Dreary air, lazy juice
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

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

"

I am a girl orphan, born without any identity
I was said, my parents left me because I am a girl. It
I live in an orphanage, with other children.
We are given only some food, leftover foods, everyone is dying of hunger.
I am being sent to a home, do not know who they are?
I am being said, I am going to be their slave.
I am being sold as a slave trade.
My owner is seducing me, abusing me.
I feel like I will die soon.
I am being beaten harshly.
I cry of pain, but no one to care for me.
I am not given food many times, i just try to drink water to fill my stomach.
I envy children who have their parents...
I envy their life, they are with their loved ones.
People say I am a cursed girl, I do not know why?
I crave for love, I want to find my family.
I tried to find my identity but always I am unsuccessful.
I am closed in the home, I can't escape from this jail.
I am being raped by multiple men.
My life is like a rotten flower, one day I will die.
There is no one to cry 😭 for my death...
My life is full of darkness, no one is there to help.
Today I am suffering from severe fever, unable to get up.
I am lying on the floor with pain, listening to taunts of the owner.
I am ordered to work, I am trying to getup..
I am unable to breathe, suffering from pain.
Today I opened my eyes, I am dead in the world.
I see my body is been thrown on the road, but God granted me heaven.
#review #ae #poetry

Why would I need to explain you
When I know you won't feel anything


Why I was telling my shits to you
When I know you need nothing


We only can improve our mistakes
When we let thoughts beyond thinking


You are making assumptions
Then it's not a misunderstanding

#review #everyone #poem #aarav

" that last rain together"

Here comes the first rain of the season…still a few hours to dawn. Some far lands away you can see a single light source spreading it's wings in the dark blanket of this concrete jungle. I see our feets hanging from the balcony and fingers entangled. Here comes a breeze playing with her strands. The only thing that troubles me is that ring on her hand..

Wish it was a symbol of my passion and not his…

#review #firstwork #love #romace #improve #rain #love #breakup

Old woods, broken fence
Cranky floor, faded place
Once in a while people visit
Crushing in, searching for a hint
Going crazy, making a mess
While browsing life, making peace
They unload their worries
Wake their demons
Fight it, trashing me filthy
Messing me up, cleaning their sanity
They walk away with pure soul
Peace on their faces
Leaving me with the demons
To clean up the mess
No apology for them to offer
They come back to escape the madness
Sleeping in in my torn mattress
Swearing am their home to confess
A place to find their lost purpose
But then they leave again
Because am just an abandoned Barn
#review #poem #kido

"that vaccation"

It was a sunday morning… sun was still enjoying the lazy afternoon bath…birds were busy finding a shade for nap…next door aunty was busy soaking the road to escape the mid may heat…it was at this holy placement of planets that I saw her for the first time , troubling her mother for that " unhygienic" orange ice-candy bar…

#review #romance #noob # love

Tomorrow

My TO-MORROW is but a flitting
As I walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing of outdoors, hearing no noise
Alone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed,
Sorrowed, and the day for me will be as the night.

My TO-MORROW has no soul,
Dead as yesterdays; as everyday scars me
Brimmed with unreasonable thought
Of life that gleams and plays.

My TO-MORROW, I mock you away!
Shadowless nothing, fix to fit as fiddle
As a great teacher once told me, I quote
"Yesterday isn't ours recover but tomorrow is ours to win or lose"

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
When young and old, and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,
As today was the tomorrow I was waiting for; I pledge
Never to fix another tomorrow with to occurance
© theSimiloluwa

#review #everyone #poetry

#Mind Body and You
Sometimes your mind speakes to your body and sometimes your body speaks to your mind and you are standing between them.
#review #thoughts

No, my dear friend..
I don't want to change my past;
My memories are too valuable for that.

I would rather continue writing my story
With all its tortuous twists and turns,
Funny though it may seem to you.

But that's not the point of living this life,
Meaningless though it may seem.
We create our own meanings.

Mistakes upon mistakes may accumulate,
Friends, lovers and enemies abound,
But live on we must!

Holding on to anything that lets us stay sane,
Flimsy though it may seem.

We are given the power of thought.
Let's celebrate that for a moment
And not worry about stagnated brains.

#gisri #review #lifehack

Wrote after a very long time. Your reviews are appreciated.

It was the prettiest morning in animal farm,
All beautiful souls were happy and warm.
Never occurred to them, why were they caged here?
All they knew, how to love their master dear!

Chickens are all done laying the eggs,
Now it's time to stretch their wings and legs,
All of a sudden, she caught her sister screaming,
Must be her turn to fancy the dinner timing!

The scene at pigs pen was a bit funny,
All the pigs were excited to become a mud nanny,
After that, they'll build a nest by dragging all the hay, leaves and sticks.
Humans loves pork, more than their cute tricks.

Cows are tad bit prouder than pigs,
In this country, humans are fighting for them like sicks,
Praying to them, but little does that make sense,
Humans cannot be trusted, with preying on calves hands.

A little ahead if you take few strides,
You'll find a raft of ducks,
Quackling, enjoying the summer wind resound,
They don't know, perhaps the end is around.

Goats were dancing & playing on the grass,
Telling each other, oh c'mon! the world is not that bad or crass,
See our master is feeding us untill we can't eat anymore,
Not knowing they're destined to be fed before being dead as a chore.

One buffalo went towards the stable,
Seeing her courage, one donkey also came babble,
Oh boy! This nose rope hurts, yells the horse,
See they also pierced my ears, buffalo recalled.

For a minute, they all wanted to run from this,
This just don't feel right, and so it is!
But the human in them felt for the animal outside,
They just want him to be happier inside!

#review #poetry #pb

u & mË

the unite moment of us
witnessing....
the ever waited meet.
we joyfully celebrated the
cheerful phase of
too young Love ❤️
To our luck,
the young moon was
even present there
on our late-night carnival.
The heart was being busy
collecting the golden moments &
you hugged me on to your arms.
a perfect collision of two
deep loving soul,
on the less white roof
of an old furnished House:)

#review
#sb

Location: At Your Fave Cafe

Sitting at that cafe that was once your favourite
I hope they don't learn about my bait

I look for you in every date.

#sam #review

It is so hard to accept,
accept things around us.

We all know
that not everyone who comes in our lives, stay.
But it becomes so tough to accept someone's absence.

Upset, we start revisiting our memories;
photographs, videos, chats, deleting some of them.
We stalk them, to keep a track on their lives,
which only makes us more miserable.

Why does it become so hard to look back at those memories which once gave you joy?
Why do we have to expect everyone to be there forever?

The answer is simple, because we fear, fear to accept the fact that someone has left us and moved on in life and left us miserable.

Life would become so easy if we start accepting things,
looking back at those memories and cherishing them,
all the fun that you had.

Those little moments of happiness, which are freezed in photographs.
Deleting those will only create agony, for in the future, you'd have nothing to remember those moments except the little hazy memories.

We need to decide, what to choose,
sadness or joy.

We need to accept things the way they are, or at least learn to.
For things won't change but only add to your pain.
Never fail to look back at those memories, which once gave you joy and while looking at them, just notice your smile.

-Ankita Shah

Authors Note: please review and suggest:
1. If the idea and concept are good to go about.
2. Need to change the way of writing, if yes, what?
3. Completely drop the idea.

#everyone #review #AnkitaShah

I cared too much, too deep. I would move mountains, cross the ocean, bring this world upside down for her, and only her. Guess i really was swept off...
It was all fake for her though, i don't know how she lived to have the assumption that good is fake and cruelty is the reality. I wish i could dig into her past and kick that asshole or erase that moment that made her believe goodness in people was lost, and destroyed and those people who are good are just evil with masks. I really wish i could do something about it. But i couldn't so for her i was one of the people with painted masks on them, monsters pretending to be angels.
I love her too much to blame her for my crushed dreams or broken heart. I have become a floating soul, no where to go, no home to settle, lost one. But in all this darkness and uncertainty, i know one thing.

If am walking away form her it means that was the only choice i was given,
if am waiting then am gonna wait until i win her over or until her demons turn me to ash,
if am fighting her fights then am fighting them till am the warrior or till am dust on the ground.
I know only one thing i will love her for eternity.
#review #shortstory #kido

Swimming

When darkest hours swirl
and you find yourself
lost in the wake of the moment
and asleep not awake,
somehow
you will try to find a hand,
to shake you,
to wake you.
But you will find yourself alone
and the more you search,
the more you yearn.
The darkness grows,
gnawing
forever at your heart.
But nobody will be around
and you might scream,
burst your lungs open
but nobody's listening.
Because the deafest ears
are those
that you hope would hear the most
and here you are
six feet under
the ocean of grief
again, sick and tired of the routine.
But it's still alone,
as the waves will break above your head.
You will try to swim
but the hands of the darkness
are stronger,
mightier than your will.
As it grows darker
and the darkness turns you blind;
remember you are never alone
as long as you have light inside.

#review #tm #poetry

The Mirage's last post reminded me of something similar I wrote quite some time back titled
//3 AM// Thought I'd share..

3 AM
I woke up
From a bizzarely falling night
Inside the sheets sheltered from
a starry-lit world outside
And as my sleep distances towards
unworldly craves
My heart drags my feelings on roads to
inevitably apocalyptic graves

3.12 am
I knew the day stretched long
3.12 and I am still strong
...Longer than when you were
Within spitting distance
tired eyes holding on to resistance

3.26 am
Three- twenty- six and my eyes hold
no longer, cuddling up myself I rolled
Splattering drops of rain outside
A thousand colours dying inside
Those salty lashes shivering in the cold
Once lit eyes, at darkness's threshold

3.59 am
Almost morning
I know how the day would begin
A tired mind prescribing the eyes
"no more", wiping these unhappy cheeks
Hushing her who was always mine
scrunching up the blankets
I turn.. consoling both me and last night's
Inebriation. "You are strong" I hush;
"You are strong"

#sam #review

||ARTIFICIAL REALITY||

Was it a dream?
Or some kind of reality.
Maybe I was sleeping
But I think I was awake.
There's something buzzing in my ears
Or is this somekind of music?

Last I remember,
I was happy
Holding new monkey toy jumping all over the house.
Than, what happened ?
Maybe it has to do something with growing old.

They say I am depressed.
Who knows? Maybe they are mixed up.
I can't be crazy.
I don't wanna be crazy.
It's finally resolved.
My mama got me tested.

But I'm not telling you the results!

#review #depressed #kaash

The Assassin and the Pin of Velleity

Chapter 1 (part 1)

The night is silent and moonless, the clouds forming monstrous shapes sit over the city like a heavy dark blanket. There is a chill in the breeze from the intermittent rain all through the day. Various insects have emerged as if they were waiting there in the clouds on their mini raindrop parachutes and have now landed on earth with the downpour.
In the garden, the bell bugs chirp away loudly as if their life depended on it. There is no one outside, everyone is enjoying the warmth of their home. Most of the people have turned off the TVs and are now off to their beds, yawning loudly and carelessly.
The shishi-odoshi in the garden keeps seesawing and making noise, tipping over and over, banging its head against the rock. Other than that everything else is pure silence, so quiet that people don't even wonder if there could be something malignant around them.
For Hitori, days or night hardly made a difference, it's dark all the time. His mother's presence or absence is what gives him a sense of the days, it's the day if she's off to her job, if she's home either it's weekend or night. But he too has to follow the clock as the world does and so he goes to bed too, not feeling even a bit sleepy, yet he closes his eyes and nods off within a few minutes.
A little away from his home, right down the block, three men are walking to a center point, their decided meeting spot. They pass each other barely nodding yet acknowledging each other's presence and then they disappear into the thin air.
Shadows move around Hitori's house, silently through the air making no more noise than cotton rubbing on cotton. The black shadows enter through three different ways in his house, one from the window, second from the back door and the third through the roof, sweeping the whole house, checking for their target. When they are satisfied that it's only Hitori and his mother in the house they make their next move. According to the plan they have to kill Hitori and get the golden bumblebee pin from him.
They silently enter the room. Hitori is sleeping in his bed in the pitch dark, lightly snoring, utterly defenseless. The tallest one gives a go to the other two and they move towards him, almost tiptoeing. One of them picks up a pillow and very slowly and gently holds it over Hitori's face, an inch away so that it would not touch and in the next moment he brings it down on him, pressing it with all his force on his face, suffocating him. Hitori tries to fight with him with his hands but he is not so strong as to fight him off. He tries to use his legs but the other man holds them down at their place. The third man searches Hitori for the pin, while Hitori keeps writhing and twisting in his place.
Hitori gasps through the pillow trying to swallow the cloth in place of oxygen, his lungs are on fire, his throat hurts, his nose hurts as well, the pressure inside his mouth and head is now unbearable, he wished he could just dissipate into the air and run as far away as he could, all parts of his body try to carry out his order but to no consequence.

Author's note: I had to make parts of one chapter since it exceeded word limits.

#tm #review #story

All the time
I've been with you,
Hands held tight
As I walk along with you,
Hundred moons'
Brightness hit me
shadowed is my mind
by memories of you
counting every failure
in replacing you
every tragedy
that we both woke up to
now glaring my way
giving me pain
like a drug in my vein. #review #hp #poem