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
Dreary air, lazy juice
Out am yet, nothing to do
Scratchy head, lousy mind
Yawning I am, lying again.
#review #shortpoetry #tejaskhurana
Out am yet, nothing to do
Scratchy head, lousy mind
Yawning I am, lying again.
#review #shortpoetry #tejaskhurana
E x a c t e c h O
The moment must come
when there will be no alive angel substance will be left with the eternal worth.
The dark moment someday
must cover the core properties
of an ancient master design
that we call our mother Earth.
The negative rays,
the irrelevant experiments
one day must have
their narrow and too pointy end,
witnessing us the damn sad reality
of not being able to
protect our loved ones.
That's how things will be changed
according to the very old literatures
of different countries in worldwide.
It's not them or the minds
behind this going to be true illusion that we rarely able to digest.
It's the secret & exact echo
that whispered the whole panicked reality
of the future world.
#review
#story
#sb
The moment must come
when there will be no alive angel substance will be left with the eternal worth.
The dark moment someday
must cover the core properties
of an ancient master design
that we call our mother Earth.
The negative rays,
the irrelevant experiments
one day must have
their narrow and too pointy end,
witnessing us the damn sad reality
of not being able to
protect our loved ones.
That's how things will be changed
according to the very old literatures
of different countries in worldwide.
It's not them or the minds
behind this going to be true illusion that we rarely able to digest.
It's the secret & exact echo
that whispered the whole panicked reality
of the future world.
#review
#story
#sb
Flaming green of a morning that awaits rain
Shining yellow of a afternoon that await sun
Dusty Black of the night that await nightmare
And I speaks of rape through silence,
And I speaks of rape through attitudes
And I speaks of rape through language of my body
And I speak of rape through expectancy of casual
what you'av done to her took her away
Away from human world,
Everything now cost her memories
Memories for what she no nothing about,
You have made her a one way hero
An hero who pretend its fine, an hero who strives
Strive to survive, strive to arrive
Strive to revive, Strive to archive,
Strive to connive, Strive to thrive
strive not to deprive, strive not to skydive
She was a human, till;
You shorten her happiness, You shorten her lifestyle
You shorten her breath, you shorten her glories
You shorten her pride, You reshape her future for rape
Five minutes fun cost her lifetime
Your rotten act caused her euthanasia
You made her allodoxaphobia
Close eyes, close hands, she close all-clear soul . . .
She has learnt to live outside life? She has learnt never to let words out?
Why should you even do that? Why should you be yourself monster?
Don't you feel it like having a dance, a dance with ghost at the graveyard
Ain't you scared of the whippy voices? Don't you feel out of line it is?
SayNoToRape, SayNoToCrime SayNoToHumanViolence
© theSimiloluwa
#review #simi #Protest
"
Shining yellow of a afternoon that await sun
Dusty Black of the night that await nightmare
And I speaks of rape through silence,
And I speaks of rape through attitudes
And I speaks of rape through language of my body
And I speak of rape through expectancy of casual
what you'av done to her took her away
Away from human world,
Everything now cost her memories
Memories for what she no nothing about,
You have made her a one way hero
An hero who pretend its fine, an hero who strives
Strive to survive, strive to arrive
Strive to revive, Strive to archive,
Strive to connive, Strive to thrive
strive not to deprive, strive not to skydive
She was a human, till;
You shorten her happiness, You shorten her lifestyle
You shorten her breath, you shorten her glories
You shorten her pride, You reshape her future for rape
Five minutes fun cost her lifetime
Your rotten act caused her euthanasia
You made her allodoxaphobia
Close eyes, close hands, she close all-clear soul . . .
She has learnt to live outside life? She has learnt never to let words out?
Why should you even do that? Why should you be yourself monster?
Don't you feel it like having a dance, a dance with ghost at the graveyard
Ain't you scared of the whippy voices? Don't you feel out of line it is?
SayNoToRape, SayNoToCrime SayNoToHumanViolence
© theSimiloluwa
#review #simi #Protest
"