Discrimination is trending these days.
People are abusing and threatening each other on basis of caste, creed, status and race.
There is so much hatred amongst people towards each other.
When we all know, we are from the same mother.
I wonder, where did we all go wrong?
Few say that we learn from the surroundings .
Others say that we learn from our family.
What is the source of this brutality?
Let us rewind our lives
and go back to the times,
when we started observing, reacting and imitating
all that happened around us.
School was the place,
where we spent most hours of our day.
It was the place where we learnt most things.
A place where we saw the world, with our little wings.
It was there, we saw,
teachers being partial,
favouring certain set of kids.
It was there, we saw,
the strong ones being uplifted
and weak being eliminated.
It was there, we were taught,
religions, castes, status and race.
While some always remained,
a hopeless case.
It was there, we started
to observe, create and think.
Behaviour of teachers,
we now started to link.
It was a trend then,
bullying and insulting
the weakers ones.
Remembering into those days,
my heart still burns.
Where, our wings were chopped
and dreams were cropped.
Few were culprits,
many were victims.
Twelve years of school life,
we found no change in the system.
In present, I see the real world,
I find no change.
The strong are still strong,
the weaker ones still being eliminated.
The source of this brutality,
lies in the roots.
For, bitter roots will give you
bitter fruits.
Cause bias will always lead to inequality and injustice.
-Ankita Shah
Authors note: This is written on personal events of past. Please give your honest reviews. Thank you.
#review #everyone #AnkitaShah
People are abusing and threatening each other on basis of caste, creed, status and race.
There is so much hatred amongst people towards each other.
When we all know, we are from the same mother.
I wonder, where did we all go wrong?
Few say that we learn from the surroundings .
Others say that we learn from our family.
What is the source of this brutality?
Let us rewind our lives
and go back to the times,
when we started observing, reacting and imitating
all that happened around us.
School was the place,
where we spent most hours of our day.
It was the place where we learnt most things.
A place where we saw the world, with our little wings.
It was there, we saw,
teachers being partial,
favouring certain set of kids.
It was there, we saw,
the strong ones being uplifted
and weak being eliminated.
It was there, we were taught,
religions, castes, status and race.
While some always remained,
a hopeless case.
It was there, we started
to observe, create and think.
Behaviour of teachers,
we now started to link.
It was a trend then,
bullying and insulting
the weakers ones.
Remembering into those days,
my heart still burns.
Where, our wings were chopped
and dreams were cropped.
Few were culprits,
many were victims.
Twelve years of school life,
we found no change in the system.
In present, I see the real world,
I find no change.
The strong are still strong,
the weaker ones still being eliminated.
The source of this brutality,
lies in the roots.
For, bitter roots will give you
bitter fruits.
Cause bias will always lead to inequality and injustice.
-Ankita Shah
Authors note: This is written on personal events of past. Please give your honest reviews. Thank you.
#review #everyone #AnkitaShah
Instigate the enemy , he will clutch on rage .
Instigate the flames, it will turn into wildfire .
Instigate ,the leader he will throw orders .
But instigate the demuring kindness , it will only proliferate and launch the generosity in socitey .
An eclipse is not the result of instigation , it is the shortage of decency you allowed while embracing provokation and not entering in the satiating patterns of poise onslaught .
Look around
Turn around
Roll aside
Fall beside
But true decency cannot be while posturing , its like air which we cannot hold but breathe .
So accept , without any negative impact of instigation my dear .
#rr #article #review
Instigate the flames, it will turn into wildfire .
Instigate ,the leader he will throw orders .
But instigate the demuring kindness , it will only proliferate and launch the generosity in socitey .
An eclipse is not the result of instigation , it is the shortage of decency you allowed while embracing provokation and not entering in the satiating patterns of poise onslaught .
Look around
Turn around
Roll aside
Fall beside
But true decency cannot be while posturing , its like air which we cannot hold but breathe .
So accept , without any negative impact of instigation my dear .
#rr #article #review
Instigate the enemy , he will clutch on rage .
Instigate the flames, it will turn into wildfire .
Instigate ,the leader he will throw orders .
But instigate the demuring kindness , it will only proliferate and launch the generosity in socitey .
An eclipse is not the result of instigation , it is the shortage of decency you allowed while embracing provokation and not entering in the satiating patterns of poise onslaught .
Look around
Turn around
Roll aside
Fall beside
But true decency cannot be caught while posturing , its like the air which we cannot hold but breathe .
So accept , without any negative impact of instigation my dear .
#rr #article #review
Instigate the flames, it will turn into wildfire .
Instigate ,the leader he will throw orders .
But instigate the demuring kindness , it will only proliferate and launch the generosity in socitey .
An eclipse is not the result of instigation , it is the shortage of decency you allowed while embracing provokation and not entering in the satiating patterns of poise onslaught .
Look around
Turn around
Roll aside
Fall beside
But true decency cannot be caught while posturing , its like the air which we cannot hold but breathe .
So accept , without any negative impact of instigation my dear .
#rr #article #review
On a chessboard, black and white knight bleed the same colour.
A bright crimson will drown the mind before it covers the body.
Author's note: this is an edited version of something I have written a long while ago and thought I would share it now since it seems fitting. Frankly I wasn't thinking about racial issues when I wrote it down, it refers to whatever sides that fight in our world.
#review #Noob #prose (?)
A bright crimson will drown the mind before it covers the body.
Author's note: this is an edited version of something I have written a long while ago and thought I would share it now since it seems fitting. Frankly I wasn't thinking about racial issues when I wrote it down, it refers to whatever sides that fight in our world.
#review #Noob #prose (?)
Why does this happen?
That people leave us with so much ease,
Breaking up with world before, they make a new one,
Is this a rule of society or just god's wish,
But I swear, every heart is crumbled as they depart..
#review
That people leave us with so much ease,
Breaking up with world before, they make a new one,
Is this a rule of society or just god's wish,
But I swear, every heart is crumbled as they depart..
#review
l i f e L i f e r
after the middle war
due to the strong shut effects
of the bullet, he fell down on the ground
of their side.
when he opened his eyes he saw
a different view
the soldiers were of not the same as him
when gently asked
the roaming guards about
his unwanted position
Thee said:
you are now under the control of the enemy side.
don't panic or don't try to escape.
what?
he asked for himself.
with a few steps walk,
he reached a dark mountain
that maybe of as old as the earth.
He saw to the crystal clear water drops
and thought of the days he spent
on the lap of his battle soil.
In sudden, with the hidden knife,
he cut down his throat.
the thoughts and the fear both flaw
with the cold water flow:)
#review
#microtale
#sb
after the middle war
due to the strong shut effects
of the bullet, he fell down on the ground
of their side.
when he opened his eyes he saw
a different view
the soldiers were of not the same as him
when gently asked
the roaming guards about
his unwanted position
Thee said:
you are now under the control of the enemy side.
don't panic or don't try to escape.
what?
he asked for himself.
with a few steps walk,
he reached a dark mountain
that maybe of as old as the earth.
He saw to the crystal clear water drops
and thought of the days he spent
on the lap of his battle soil.
In sudden, with the hidden knife,
he cut down his throat.
the thoughts and the fear both flaw
with the cold water flow:)
#review
#microtale
#sb
I m in trouble no word to say
what will I do when mom something say,
oh god please help me
give me an idea to save me,
when mom knows
then what will happen
I put my paper under the bed,
my sister come to give the test to mom
what I say when something told mom,
I feel suddenly as a wind stop
and I want to give the order, please time stop,
time is going very slowly slowly
sometimes my heartbeat fast and sometimes slowly,
finally, mom asked where is your test
I told I don't know it takes to rest,
mom says give me otherwise
if I give you and I have no choice,
no mom no please don't tell to dad
I will give you paper and I feel sad,
at that time everything stops
only my mom was killing me nonstop.
#review # writerpen
what will I do when mom something say,
oh god please help me
give me an idea to save me,
when mom knows
then what will happen
I put my paper under the bed,
my sister come to give the test to mom
what I say when something told mom,
I feel suddenly as a wind stop
and I want to give the order, please time stop,
time is going very slowly slowly
sometimes my heartbeat fast and sometimes slowly,
finally, mom asked where is your test
I told I don't know it takes to rest,
mom says give me otherwise
if I give you and I have no choice,
no mom no please don't tell to dad
I will give you paper and I feel sad,
at that time everything stops
only my mom was killing me nonstop.
#review # writerpen
Spring
Would , it will be an ostentatious remark :
that spring is the veil ,
of other seasons....
It's the soothing sensation ,
felt in a remedial procedure.
It's the hedonistic element ,
comprising of blessings and blooming fauna.
It's beauty is purpotedly wide enough ,
to amaze the berating thunders,
to cahoot with the grace of summers ,
to skim beneath the glittery drops of rain ,
to poise with avalanche ,
to tranquilize the panoply of temperatures served by winters .
Spring is
therefore , flamboyant
and swooshing with it , all over .
#rr
#review #poetry
Would , it will be an ostentatious remark :
that spring is the veil ,
of other seasons....
It's the soothing sensation ,
felt in a remedial procedure.
It's the hedonistic element ,
comprising of blessings and blooming fauna.
It's beauty is purpotedly wide enough ,
to amaze the berating thunders,
to cahoot with the grace of summers ,
to skim beneath the glittery drops of rain ,
to poise with avalanche ,
to tranquilize the panoply of temperatures served by winters .
Spring is
therefore , flamboyant
and swooshing with it , all over .
#rr
#review #poetry
I'm affected, I know I'm caught.
In the middle of something like a mire or a thought,
In responsibility on my shoulder & the world beyond
In floating in the sea or dieing in the pond,
In memories eidetic or the one that are long gone,
In floating up to the surface or just letting it drown.
I am affected, I know I'm done
For the decision is to live seriously or just to have fun,
For the decision of living this way or hit an equilibrium,
For decision of appreciating victorious or coming up with triumph.
I know I am affected, I still feel torn.
For want of pleasure or bleeding over thorn,
For rowing against the flood or dead float with the flow,
For being on high of everything or hit the ground so low.
I am affected, I still can't decide.
Keep it on my shoulder or should I lay it aside,
Keep it all inside or scream to the divine,
Keep it up with faith or give up and let my dreams die.
Author's Note: I think I should give this poem a background. Here I am affected means something is messing around with my brain, choices are hard to make and I am trying to work around in this poem what can I really do about it.
#tm #review #poetry
In the middle of something like a mire or a thought,
In responsibility on my shoulder & the world beyond
In floating in the sea or dieing in the pond,
In memories eidetic or the one that are long gone,
In floating up to the surface or just letting it drown.
I am affected, I know I'm done
For the decision is to live seriously or just to have fun,
For the decision of living this way or hit an equilibrium,
For decision of appreciating victorious or coming up with triumph.
I know I am affected, I still feel torn.
For want of pleasure or bleeding over thorn,
For rowing against the flood or dead float with the flow,
For being on high of everything or hit the ground so low.
I am affected, I still can't decide.
Keep it on my shoulder or should I lay it aside,
Keep it all inside or scream to the divine,
Keep it up with faith or give up and let my dreams die.
Author's Note: I think I should give this poem a background. Here I am affected means something is messing around with my brain, choices are hard to make and I am trying to work around in this poem what can I really do about it.
#tm #review #poetry
HORIZON
Commingle in a perfect way to be epithet as the"horizon" where the earth meets the sky
Their so called raffish love is heresy for others- their love was somewhat abhor by some and aspersion by others but they(earth and sky) chastened their hate and jealousy with their mettlesome love, with no fetter attached to them.
They have anticlimax as they seem to be together forever but are far apart.
This is just a panegyric to their endless, inseparable love.....
#IG #randomPiece #review
Commingle in a perfect way to be epithet as the"horizon" where the earth meets the sky
Their so called raffish love is heresy for others- their love was somewhat abhor by some and aspersion by others but they(earth and sky) chastened their hate and jealousy with their mettlesome love, with no fetter attached to them.
They have anticlimax as they seem to be together forever but are far apart.
This is just a panegyric to their endless, inseparable love.....
#IG #randomPiece #review
LETTING GO!
Letting you go was one of the hardest things I have to do
I still cry at night, muffling my cries while shedding tears on my pillow
There is constant urge to think of the idea- one day you will realise my worth, which doesn't end
This dream of mine being in your arms will never come true
Still, I pray for it like a hopeless fool
I am in turmoil of remembering our shared moments and moving ahead to make new memories
I am sticky stagnant, stuck at what to do
If only you could help me forget you
Because nothing seems to work
People say it's a phase, you will get over it
I hope the same since I am done with battling with my logic as this heart beats for you
One day I will let go of you
And I will be as strong as a thunderstorm
As beautiful as the spring
But as the autumn I have to shed my dried leaves
And he as cold as winter
Sorching as the summer which burns with the desire of you
Someday, I will be that peaceful breeze, content with letting you go.
#review #kp
Letting you go was one of the hardest things I have to do
I still cry at night, muffling my cries while shedding tears on my pillow
There is constant urge to think of the idea- one day you will realise my worth, which doesn't end
This dream of mine being in your arms will never come true
Still, I pray for it like a hopeless fool
I am in turmoil of remembering our shared moments and moving ahead to make new memories
I am sticky stagnant, stuck at what to do
If only you could help me forget you
Because nothing seems to work
People say it's a phase, you will get over it
I hope the same since I am done with battling with my logic as this heart beats for you
One day I will let go of you
And I will be as strong as a thunderstorm
As beautiful as the spring
But as the autumn I have to shed my dried leaves
And he as cold as winter
Sorching as the summer which burns with the desire of you
Someday, I will be that peaceful breeze, content with letting you go.
#review #kp
And She finally fell in love...
Chapter 1
We often raise our girls teaching them the basic manners like – respect everyone, never to answer back, help everyone specially mothers in the kitchen and with other household chores, should look well behaved, cultured so on and so forth. Well, I don’t say that we should not teach all of these to our girls, all I always believe in is to teach all of this to our kids, irrespective of the gender.
Meet Neha, born in a middle class family, and like her name which meant Love, affectionate, honest and many more adjectives, people often expected her to portray the qualities that would resemble her name. And yes, she was someone very down to earth, loving, caring, honest, a quality that all the parents would look for in their daughters. But is that all that we look for in our daughters? Now, lets meet Neha again…
Meet Neha, tall, plump, wheatish complexion, average looking, didn’t have a lot of friends in school, or college. Ok, so yes I know that looks have got nothing to do with friends however, Neha always loved following her mother’s instructions as she knew that mom can never be wrong. Hence, Neha..do not go anywhere after the college!!! Neha.. why are you talking to the boys?? Neha.. good girls do not talk to friends late night (actually 7 pm), and that’s why poor Neha was left with very little friends, or shall I say 1 o 2 friends.
Amidst all of this where we consider this life as a punishment, Neha was quite content as she knew that mom and dad are happy with their daughter…But somewhere, she was not happy as like any other girl of her age she too craved for outings, shopping with friends, chatting and gossiping with friends, and most importantly Friends…
#review
#nv
Chapter 1
We often raise our girls teaching them the basic manners like – respect everyone, never to answer back, help everyone specially mothers in the kitchen and with other household chores, should look well behaved, cultured so on and so forth. Well, I don’t say that we should not teach all of these to our girls, all I always believe in is to teach all of this to our kids, irrespective of the gender.
Meet Neha, born in a middle class family, and like her name which meant Love, affectionate, honest and many more adjectives, people often expected her to portray the qualities that would resemble her name. And yes, she was someone very down to earth, loving, caring, honest, a quality that all the parents would look for in their daughters. But is that all that we look for in our daughters? Now, lets meet Neha again…
Meet Neha, tall, plump, wheatish complexion, average looking, didn’t have a lot of friends in school, or college. Ok, so yes I know that looks have got nothing to do with friends however, Neha always loved following her mother’s instructions as she knew that mom can never be wrong. Hence, Neha..do not go anywhere after the college!!! Neha.. why are you talking to the boys?? Neha.. good girls do not talk to friends late night (actually 7 pm), and that’s why poor Neha was left with very little friends, or shall I say 1 o 2 friends.
Amidst all of this where we consider this life as a punishment, Neha was quite content as she knew that mom and dad are happy with their daughter…But somewhere, she was not happy as like any other girl of her age she too craved for outings, shopping with friends, chatting and gossiping with friends, and most importantly Friends…
#review
#nv
Well, now we wait.
Now we wait and see who love us,
Now we wait and see if our dreams are still intact, or maybe they left us.
Now we pray we live another day with no grudge,
A better tomorrow full of hopes despite our bad source.
Now we wait and see if that child can walk again
Broken dream lost inside seas and oceans
Building bridges, greatness without emotions.
Circle of wisdom between lives can feel unfair.
We give more than we receive yet we have more than we need.
We can't help what life brings yet we pray without cease.
Building a future we seem right we became scared of a future we can't sight..
Are you scared?
Yes i am so i put my emotions in words.
If i get to see another day , I'll remember what i said today,
To be and not to be,
What tomorrow brings is the answer.
So stop waiting , just go out and get it.
#review #generalview
Now we wait and see who love us,
Now we wait and see if our dreams are still intact, or maybe they left us.
Now we pray we live another day with no grudge,
A better tomorrow full of hopes despite our bad source.
Now we wait and see if that child can walk again
Broken dream lost inside seas and oceans
Building bridges, greatness without emotions.
Circle of wisdom between lives can feel unfair.
We give more than we receive yet we have more than we need.
We can't help what life brings yet we pray without cease.
Building a future we seem right we became scared of a future we can't sight..
Are you scared?
Yes i am so i put my emotions in words.
If i get to see another day , I'll remember what i said today,
To be and not to be,
What tomorrow brings is the answer.
So stop waiting , just go out and get it.
#review #generalview
The colors will direct me
-Rishika Rathore
I've always carried
myself lamentably ,
because I intoxicated
my thought process for a long time .
That's when colors
personified themselves as dwarfes ,
as I was "Snow White" to them .
It was reckoning :
that how "Pink" taught me,
to blush at pristine niceties.
It was flouncy :
that how "Black" taught me ,
to accept the disgruntled darkness
of life which disabled me.
It was absolving :
that how "Red" taught me ,
being emotional is an univariate
and pure bleeding of heart
and it is not at all obtuse.
It was succinct :
that how "Golden" taught me ,
to carry my grace cogently .
It was insouciant :
that how "Blue" taught me ,
to be omnicompetent but still be natural .
It was hobbling :
that how "Turquoise" taught me ,
to carry my shades with ease ,
and yet be smartly impassive sometimes.
It was descrying :
that how "White" taught me ,
the very act of maintaining transparency will not turn it into my weakness ,
and acceptance will not turn me into a dawdler
but all of it is gonna make me more beautiful by soul.
It was avowing :
that how "Brown" taught me ,
to being percepted as different ,
do not turn me into a snollygoster .
It was lovely :
that how kith and kin ,
the "Pastel-Green and Neon-Green",
taught and disclosed me that ,
being accompanied by someone similar and familiar
is better then being an autodictator with soliloquizing capabilities.
It was comely :
that abstractly ,
colors hold my back
and gridlocked my hesitations ,
On contrary gifted me with confidence .
That's how colors directed me,
directs me and are gonna direct me throughout my journey .
#review #poetry #rr
-Rishika Rathore
I've always carried
myself lamentably ,
because I intoxicated
my thought process for a long time .
That's when colors
personified themselves as dwarfes ,
as I was "Snow White" to them .
It was reckoning :
that how "Pink" taught me,
to blush at pristine niceties.
It was flouncy :
that how "Black" taught me ,
to accept the disgruntled darkness
of life which disabled me.
It was absolving :
that how "Red" taught me ,
being emotional is an univariate
and pure bleeding of heart
and it is not at all obtuse.
It was succinct :
that how "Golden" taught me ,
to carry my grace cogently .
It was insouciant :
that how "Blue" taught me ,
to be omnicompetent but still be natural .
It was hobbling :
that how "Turquoise" taught me ,
to carry my shades with ease ,
and yet be smartly impassive sometimes.
It was descrying :
that how "White" taught me ,
the very act of maintaining transparency will not turn it into my weakness ,
and acceptance will not turn me into a dawdler
but all of it is gonna make me more beautiful by soul.
It was avowing :
that how "Brown" taught me ,
to being percepted as different ,
do not turn me into a snollygoster .
It was lovely :
that how kith and kin ,
the "Pastel-Green and Neon-Green",
taught and disclosed me that ,
being accompanied by someone similar and familiar
is better then being an autodictator with soliloquizing capabilities.
It was comely :
that abstractly ,
colors hold my back
and gridlocked my hesitations ,
On contrary gifted me with confidence .
That's how colors directed me,
directs me and are gonna direct me throughout my journey .
#review #poetry #rr
Closer.
And you will never know if the moment has passed you by.
In a second, your life is altered.
Having inhaled him, you crave a bit more. Him resting his hand on yours, tucking your hair behind your ears. A slight pinch on the nose. But you're still not scared. You look at yourself in the mirror and think that this won't leave you scarred because it doesn't have the audacity to. A gentle nudge. An arm around your waist. Your head on his shoulder. You remove the glasses he wears and look at him. Really look at him. And then you smile your most reassuring of smiles. He whispers something in your ear.
And then, a slip happens. A blur.
Your head falls back a little and it escapes your throat recklessly,the feeling of waves crashing against your throat. And it echoes throughout the house. You are damned. Everything shatters.
Everything changes.
You stop. Your hand frantically reaches your mouth. Too late. The echoes claw at your skin and you're scarred.
Your life is altered in a second.
#review #fiction #RV
And you will never know if the moment has passed you by.
In a second, your life is altered.
Having inhaled him, you crave a bit more. Him resting his hand on yours, tucking your hair behind your ears. A slight pinch on the nose. But you're still not scared. You look at yourself in the mirror and think that this won't leave you scarred because it doesn't have the audacity to. A gentle nudge. An arm around your waist. Your head on his shoulder. You remove the glasses he wears and look at him. Really look at him. And then you smile your most reassuring of smiles. He whispers something in your ear.
And then, a slip happens. A blur.
Your head falls back a little and it escapes your throat recklessly,the feeling of waves crashing against your throat. And it echoes throughout the house. You are damned. Everything shatters.
Everything changes.
You stop. Your hand frantically reaches your mouth. Too late. The echoes claw at your skin and you're scarred.
Your life is altered in a second.
#review #fiction #RV
Born again
Fading away in the dark,
I see myself, losing my mark.
Like a shadow, like snow melting,
in the furnace of mind- iron smelting.
Fierce white color like a punch up the jaw,
Buck up! you could hurt yourself raw.
A knockout punch smashing in your face thrown
Right when you thought you won.
A flaw in your perfection may emerge, taking it all away.
Giving in your all, you are drained today.
But the climb is steep,
One wrong move, that's all it'll take to slip
You can forfeit,
Accept your defeat
Or you can climb, fall down and break again,
leaving nothing but ashes for remains.
Of those dreams now just smoke,
dark clouds blurring your eyes, choke.
Stifling pain making you cry
When all you could do is look up at the sky.
And wish for it to clear up,
Cheer up!
Cause one day your sun will rise,
And break above those mountains high.
Through those canopies of dark and cold,
Of the staleness of pale and old
You will rise again from earth like a tree,
Like the bird you will sore wild and free.
Author's Note: A better title suggestion is always welcome😅.
#tm #review #poetry
Fading away in the dark,
I see myself, losing my mark.
Like a shadow, like snow melting,
in the furnace of mind- iron smelting.
Fierce white color like a punch up the jaw,
Buck up! you could hurt yourself raw.
A knockout punch smashing in your face thrown
Right when you thought you won.
A flaw in your perfection may emerge, taking it all away.
Giving in your all, you are drained today.
But the climb is steep,
One wrong move, that's all it'll take to slip
You can forfeit,
Accept your defeat
Or you can climb, fall down and break again,
leaving nothing but ashes for remains.
Of those dreams now just smoke,
dark clouds blurring your eyes, choke.
Stifling pain making you cry
When all you could do is look up at the sky.
And wish for it to clear up,
Cheer up!
Cause one day your sun will rise,
And break above those mountains high.
Through those canopies of dark and cold,
Of the staleness of pale and old
You will rise again from earth like a tree,
Like the bird you will sore wild and free.
Author's Note: A better title suggestion is always welcome😅.
#tm #review #poetry
I n s a n e i n c l i n a t i o n
when the intimacy started between them,
he frightened about the cruel society
that he was living in.
what they gonna do?
how to survive with her?
All came to his mind.
But she was
in the deep compassion with him.
she never cared much about the people,
all she cared about the one
whom she was loving unconditionally.
Being a daughter from the wealthy family
she knew the hate of her family
towards the downcast and poor people.
Despite all, she is in love with him
He is his future.
according to his psychology...
"Love has no cast Love is pure & Love is blind".
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when the intimacy started between them,
he frightened about the cruel society
that he was living in.
what they gonna do?
how to survive with her?
All came to his mind.
But she was
in the deep compassion with him.
she never cared much about the people,
all she cared about the one
whom she was loving unconditionally.
Being a daughter from the wealthy family
she knew the hate of her family
towards the downcast and poor people.
Despite all, she is in love with him
He is his future.
according to his psychology...
"Love has no cast Love is pure & Love is blind".
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#story
#sb
But what are we?
If not fallen warriors.
Don't we all fight with ourselves everyday?
Trying to escape who we are.
Trying to be the person they want us to be.
But, we are just young and dumb.
Obsessed with winning every race
And haven't we won?
By not dreaming our own dreams.
By not flying with our own wings.
By only seeing the dreams they want us to see.
By only flying with the wings they stitched for us.
If we start to fight with society
Instead of ourselves
Maybe we can still remember
How to fly
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If not fallen warriors.
Don't we all fight with ourselves everyday?
Trying to escape who we are.
Trying to be the person they want us to be.
But, we are just young and dumb.
Obsessed with winning every race
And haven't we won?
By not dreaming our own dreams.
By not flying with our own wings.
By only seeing the dreams they want us to see.
By only flying with the wings they stitched for us.
If we start to fight with society
Instead of ourselves
Maybe we can still remember
How to fly
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Birthday gifts are just names maybe
thats why i have got non for you TODAY.
No gift I bring But this pure pleasure of my words.
I will not speak of years TO-DAY,
For what have years to bring
But larger floods of love and light.
I will speak on the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
I will not drown in wordy moment
For what have moment to bring
But downpour of idyllically calm and peaceful
I will drown in wordy cares, concerns and love
I have received, receives and will receive from you,
The multitudinous time you took stands for we your siblings
The tremendous scars and wound you worn for us
As a weak flower gets colour from the sun.
Or rather, as when angels walk the earth,
All things they look on take the look of heaven -
For of those blessed angels thou art one.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
North, South, East and West.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
Up, Down, Right and Left.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
Slide, Swipe, Pull, Push, Thin and Thick.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
Summer, winter, Spring and Autumn.
Happy birthday to you; l love you
Anytime, Most time, Everytime.
© theSimiloluwa June 4
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thats why i have got non for you TODAY.
No gift I bring But this pure pleasure of my words.
I will not speak of years TO-DAY,
For what have years to bring
But larger floods of love and light.
I will speak on the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels earthward rolled.
I will not drown in wordy moment
For what have moment to bring
But downpour of idyllically calm and peaceful
I will drown in wordy cares, concerns and love
I have received, receives and will receive from you,
The multitudinous time you took stands for we your siblings
The tremendous scars and wound you worn for us
As a weak flower gets colour from the sun.
Or rather, as when angels walk the earth,
All things they look on take the look of heaven -
For of those blessed angels thou art one.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
North, South, East and West.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
Up, Down, Right and Left.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
Slide, Swipe, Pull, Push, Thin and Thick.
Happy birthday to you; I love you
Summer, winter, Spring and Autumn.
Happy birthday to you; l love you
Anytime, Most time, Everytime.
© theSimiloluwa June 4
#review #everyone #poem