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".
#review
#story
#sb
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".
#review
#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
#review #ss #poetry
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
#review #ss #poetry
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
#review #everyone #poem
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
Calculating the damages, of work done by savages
So many things we've endured without knowing the grades of damages.
Because we're blind to our own truth and heritage,
We seek solace in the midst of siege.
Black pride we call it
Even when we can, we've been told we can't do it.
Stripped of our own very color,
We start to live without honor.
Afraid of what might be when we speak
We became a subject to bully.
Every life matters;
Be it black, white, Latinos.
That's when we can wake without the explosions of granada
If we can live as one,
We'll survive as one.
#BlackLiveMatters #review #poerty
So many things we've endured without knowing the grades of damages.
Because we're blind to our own truth and heritage,
We seek solace in the midst of siege.
Black pride we call it
Even when we can, we've been told we can't do it.
Stripped of our own very color,
We start to live without honor.
Afraid of what might be when we speak
We became a subject to bully.
Every life matters;
Be it black, white, Latinos.
That's when we can wake without the explosions of granada
If we can live as one,
We'll survive as one.
#BlackLiveMatters #review #poerty
It's 6.15pm and I'm sitting at the beachside.
Each wave reminds me of everything we had before you left..
And sometimes I wonder, "why isn't the sun setting?"
"Each shell tells me another story about this world", you used to tell me
Nights passed days and days passed nights when we were together inside our beachside apartment.
Sometimes strolling throughout the beach, hand in hand, locked like a mollusk inside its shell. Felt like home.
The shells we used to pick up and collect.
They still stay inside the turquoise bowl we bought for ourselves.
Still long after you left.
I still talk to them just like you would pretend that they're telling you stories from another world.
And today I found the courage to walk to the beach for more, I'm wanting to listen to more stories but you're not here
It's 6.15pm and I'm sitting at the beachside.
Each wave reminds me of everything we had before you left..
And sometimes I wonder, "why isn't the sun setting?"
It's a fine orange amd crimson colour now. Dipped inside the blues of the sky.
But love, today it takes longer to set probably knowing what's missing.
You.
The sun isn't setting and I await to listen to more stories but you're not here.
#sam #review
Each wave reminds me of everything we had before you left..
And sometimes I wonder, "why isn't the sun setting?"
"Each shell tells me another story about this world", you used to tell me
Nights passed days and days passed nights when we were together inside our beachside apartment.
Sometimes strolling throughout the beach, hand in hand, locked like a mollusk inside its shell. Felt like home.
The shells we used to pick up and collect.
They still stay inside the turquoise bowl we bought for ourselves.
Still long after you left.
I still talk to them just like you would pretend that they're telling you stories from another world.
And today I found the courage to walk to the beach for more, I'm wanting to listen to more stories but you're not here
It's 6.15pm and I'm sitting at the beachside.
Each wave reminds me of everything we had before you left..
And sometimes I wonder, "why isn't the sun setting?"
It's a fine orange amd crimson colour now. Dipped inside the blues of the sky.
But love, today it takes longer to set probably knowing what's missing.
You.
The sun isn't setting and I await to listen to more stories but you're not here.
#sam #review
Biwildered
Be it the different colors of outfits
Or the different ways of my existence
Be it The choice of words
Or the facial expressions in a conversation
Be it my opinions
Or my views in a discussion
In a world filled with decisions to make
I am bewildered even by the simplest of choices.
I could say my choices are influenced by people
But the truth is I coudn't decide without them
As I am bewildered.
#micropoetry #review
Be it the different colors of outfits
Or the different ways of my existence
Be it The choice of words
Or the facial expressions in a conversation
Be it my opinions
Or my views in a discussion
In a world filled with decisions to make
I am bewildered even by the simplest of choices.
I could say my choices are influenced by people
But the truth is I coudn't decide without them
As I am bewildered.
#micropoetry #review
Fell hard when I felt wrong,
Found this is somewhere I belong!
Never heard the words unsaid,
Wondered if I could start with a plain slate.
But reading between the lines I found something I missed-
A lesson, a story, a heartbeat skipped.
You can never be certain of the gist
You draw from someone's beast.
But whole of the story is an all new world to explore,
An uncertain future, an unknown lore.
And yet to discover is your heart's state,
Is it wide open or it's just a shut up gate.
You don't understand one thing or the other it says,
But you know that somewhere it silently prays.
Nothing more than defense is all it wants,
From love, from hate, from flowers and from thorns.
Suddenly you feel it banging on inside your chest,
Thumping on and on like a prisoner inside a cage.
The dilemma is to let live or die - I have to choose
In the end I give up, I let go, I let loose....
Author's Note: It's a bit old (quite old) and I think it could use some reviews.
#review #tm #poetry
Found this is somewhere I belong!
Never heard the words unsaid,
Wondered if I could start with a plain slate.
But reading between the lines I found something I missed-
A lesson, a story, a heartbeat skipped.
You can never be certain of the gist
You draw from someone's beast.
But whole of the story is an all new world to explore,
An uncertain future, an unknown lore.
And yet to discover is your heart's state,
Is it wide open or it's just a shut up gate.
You don't understand one thing or the other it says,
But you know that somewhere it silently prays.
Nothing more than defense is all it wants,
From love, from hate, from flowers and from thorns.
Suddenly you feel it banging on inside your chest,
Thumping on and on like a prisoner inside a cage.
The dilemma is to let live or die - I have to choose
In the end I give up, I let go, I let loose....
Author's Note: It's a bit old (quite old) and I think it could use some reviews.
#review #tm #poetry
i know sometimes i hurt you, sometimes i overreact but i love you more than anything and i can't see tears😢 in your eyes so be happy ☺️ and remember that i am always with you 💗
you're the reason behind my smile 🙃
#review
you're the reason behind my smile 🙃
#review
NORTHERN STAR
It was a palpitating moment to descry thousands of asterisk like stars over the deep blue sky. The moon and his eyes are playing hide and seek where the cloud act as a sheath, as if his eyes are rapacious for moon's brightness. Though the moon is luminous and bright like an adornment in the sky but lonely and plaintive like him in the sea.
Pole star was pariah from the other stars that made him(pole star) plaintive, where moon act as an arbitrate in the sky, the stars have a tricky expedient over the pole star as if they are jealous (envious) of his shine. The arbitrate gave his verdict which forestalled the pole star movement and fixed to the North as his punishment for being a brighter star, though the movement were restricted but that doesn't made him lossen his brightness.Taut to the sky with shine and brightness, who gave direction to the lost ones. That's how he is named The Northern Star..
#IG #randomPiece #review
It was a palpitating moment to descry thousands of asterisk like stars over the deep blue sky. The moon and his eyes are playing hide and seek where the cloud act as a sheath, as if his eyes are rapacious for moon's brightness. Though the moon is luminous and bright like an adornment in the sky but lonely and plaintive like him in the sea.
Pole star was pariah from the other stars that made him(pole star) plaintive, where moon act as an arbitrate in the sky, the stars have a tricky expedient over the pole star as if they are jealous (envious) of his shine. The arbitrate gave his verdict which forestalled the pole star movement and fixed to the North as his punishment for being a brighter star, though the movement were restricted but that doesn't made him lossen his brightness.Taut to the sky with shine and brightness, who gave direction to the lost ones. That's how he is named The Northern Star..
#IG #randomPiece #review
I caught the bus which can take me to the office, as usual..
Today it was something different, today I met a stranger...
But she was no stranger to me, she was my past..
The moment i saw her in the bus, my eyes were numb and my heart started pounding faster!
We both were in utter surprise, smiling to each other..
There was time, I used to see our future in her eyes, my heart whispered:" say hi to her"..
I moved towards her, she was beautiful same as before and we started talking..
In past, we both loved each other, but our destinations were different..
Sometimes the person you love, you both have to separate in order to fulfill one's ambitions.
My heart was longing to hug her tightly, i never wanted to leave her.
But I am happy she is chasing her dreams, which she cant do being with me due to hindrances of society and people.
She whispered," I missed you! How are you? What you are doing currently! "
I said, "I missed you too! I am working as a journalist! "
I can't wait to hold longer, i hugged her tightly.
We both were silent, this silence speaks a lot of words.
She whispered" I love you always! I am happy you are successful in life"
I said "I love you too! I am very happy that you are successful in foreign Tomorrow".
I respect her choice to separate for dreams, though we love each other...
Life stops at different stations, we need to move on, by respecting each other.
We both were separated because we belonged to different worlds...
Separation does not mean we will stop loving each other, or we will hate each other.
For me, she was always my first love, and i will love her always...
The bus stopped suddenly at the station, we both had to separate.
She mumbled " bye! I am going to a foreign tomorrow! Hope to meet if we are destined".
Tears rolled down from my eyes, we had to separate again.
I wanted to hug her tightly and say do not go.
But it was too late, we both moved on in life ...
All remembrances of us, running in my brain, for a juncture I want to go back again in past to stop our separation ...
-- aira
#poetry #ae #review
Today it was something different, today I met a stranger...
But she was no stranger to me, she was my past..
The moment i saw her in the bus, my eyes were numb and my heart started pounding faster!
We both were in utter surprise, smiling to each other..
There was time, I used to see our future in her eyes, my heart whispered:" say hi to her"..
I moved towards her, she was beautiful same as before and we started talking..
In past, we both loved each other, but our destinations were different..
Sometimes the person you love, you both have to separate in order to fulfill one's ambitions.
My heart was longing to hug her tightly, i never wanted to leave her.
But I am happy she is chasing her dreams, which she cant do being with me due to hindrances of society and people.
She whispered," I missed you! How are you? What you are doing currently! "
I said, "I missed you too! I am working as a journalist! "
I can't wait to hold longer, i hugged her tightly.
We both were silent, this silence speaks a lot of words.
She whispered" I love you always! I am happy you are successful in life"
I said "I love you too! I am very happy that you are successful in foreign Tomorrow".
I respect her choice to separate for dreams, though we love each other...
Life stops at different stations, we need to move on, by respecting each other.
We both were separated because we belonged to different worlds...
Separation does not mean we will stop loving each other, or we will hate each other.
For me, she was always my first love, and i will love her always...
The bus stopped suddenly at the station, we both had to separate.
She mumbled " bye! I am going to a foreign tomorrow! Hope to meet if we are destined".
Tears rolled down from my eyes, we had to separate again.
I wanted to hug her tightly and say do not go.
But it was too late, we both moved on in life ...
All remembrances of us, running in my brain, for a juncture I want to go back again in past to stop our separation ...
-- aira
#poetry #ae #review
A HOME FOR THE SOUL
I believe that there is a home for every soul
A home where your tired soul can rest
A home where your lost soul can find itself again
A home where your hurted soul can be cured
I believe that this home is a person whom you adore, trust and love with all your heart
A person who provides you a reason to smile again
A person who provides you a reason to love again
A person who provides you a reason to live again
I believe that this person is a part of your soul
The part which you have been looking for everywhere
The part which when found makes you feel complete again
The part which when lost can again make you feel homeless
I believe everyone of us deserves that part of our souls, that person, that home.
A home for your soul for which you never get tired to go back again and again.
#review poetry
I believe that there is a home for every soul
A home where your tired soul can rest
A home where your lost soul can find itself again
A home where your hurted soul can be cured
I believe that this home is a person whom you adore, trust and love with all your heart
A person who provides you a reason to smile again
A person who provides you a reason to love again
A person who provides you a reason to live again
I believe that this person is a part of your soul
The part which you have been looking for everywhere
The part which when found makes you feel complete again
The part which when lost can again make you feel homeless
I believe everyone of us deserves that part of our souls, that person, that home.
A home for your soul for which you never get tired to go back again and again.
#review poetry
What am I more than just a dust,
If I can't prevent death
What am I more than just a trash,
If I can't save a soul
What am I more than just a waste,
If nothing I do can't help u
What am I more than just a tear
If all I do is flow
What am I if my life
Can't save another's
What am I, if not a loser
When I failed u.
What am I if not a failure
When all i have done is watching you vanish
If my life can never help another,
If my art is just nothing more than just a stupid blabber
If all am doing is paining my ink,
If all I am is just feather, light, weak
If all I am is just a slave
If all I am is a failure...
Then how am I living when I let u become the ash
When I let u lose ur self
When am just watching it all happen
How is it I can go on living happily
When I know I destroyed a soul
How is it living
When I know some ones dreams just crushed
What am I more than a rock if I can't hold u together
Let's just say my story is not all done
And maybe... Maybe there is good to come
Maybe and maybe I might have u back
Maybe and maybe then I will find a reason to live happy
And someday... I might make a person out of my self
And it is by the maybes I keep on living..
#review #poem #kido
If I can't prevent death
What am I more than just a trash,
If I can't save a soul
What am I more than just a waste,
If nothing I do can't help u
What am I more than just a tear
If all I do is flow
What am I if my life
Can't save another's
What am I, if not a loser
When I failed u.
What am I if not a failure
When all i have done is watching you vanish
If my life can never help another,
If my art is just nothing more than just a stupid blabber
If all am doing is paining my ink,
If all I am is just feather, light, weak
If all I am is just a slave
If all I am is a failure...
Then how am I living when I let u become the ash
When I let u lose ur self
When am just watching it all happen
How is it I can go on living happily
When I know I destroyed a soul
How is it living
When I know some ones dreams just crushed
What am I more than a rock if I can't hold u together
Let's just say my story is not all done
And maybe... Maybe there is good to come
Maybe and maybe I might have u back
Maybe and maybe then I will find a reason to live happy
And someday... I might make a person out of my self
And it is by the maybes I keep on living..
#review #poem #kido
"World environment day"
Environment our surroundings....
Turning into crowding....
From here to there.......
We are polluting our own atmosphere.....
Then for the sake of earth....
We say
Why you use hearth....
Well these smoking chimneys aren't visible....
Ohh because we are incredible....
Isn't development necessary....
Why the environment is compulsory??
Some of the thoughts on environment I had tried to pen them down 😔.
I know I am not that nice....
#review #destiny
Environment our surroundings....
Turning into crowding....
From here to there.......
We are polluting our own atmosphere.....
Then for the sake of earth....
We say
Why you use hearth....
Well these smoking chimneys aren't visible....
Ohh because we are incredible....
Isn't development necessary....
Why the environment is compulsory??
Some of the thoughts on environment I had tried to pen them down 😔.
I know I am not that nice....
#review #destiny
//A Poet's Ode//
He is an artist
Often devalued
But inside his veins
runs ink of blue...
And inside his mind
Reside words as beautiful as new
He is a construction carved
To ultimate talents
That go beyond our reach
His hand, crafted to write
Scribble. Sometimes.
Ideas he sews, to make it
Yet another piece
My mind shuffles
I am dumbfounded
Funneling through filters
Of praises. Of tributes. Of odes.
A poet's ode.
He carries valour in his eyes
Expressive of expression
Through his pen
Encased with love
Serenity
That's who an artist is
Often disgraced
But inside his veins
Runs ink of blue
Wrote this 2 years back. Thought maybe it could get some reviews.
#sam #review
He is an artist
Often devalued
But inside his veins
runs ink of blue...
And inside his mind
Reside words as beautiful as new
He is a construction carved
To ultimate talents
That go beyond our reach
His hand, crafted to write
Scribble. Sometimes.
Ideas he sews, to make it
Yet another piece
My mind shuffles
I am dumbfounded
Funneling through filters
Of praises. Of tributes. Of odes.
A poet's ode.
He carries valour in his eyes
Expressive of expression
Through his pen
Encased with love
Serenity
That's who an artist is
Often disgraced
But inside his veins
Runs ink of blue
Wrote this 2 years back. Thought maybe it could get some reviews.
#sam #review