#review #phoenix #poetry #love
The Night stays awake for the morning with which it can never stay together.
Will it's love remain a 'day dream' forever?
But still how silently night waits to see the shining beautiful day,even though it knows the day's beginning is night's end.
Isn't this love in it's purest form!!
The Night stays awake for the morning with which it can never stay together.
Will it's love remain a 'day dream' forever?
But still how silently night waits to see the shining beautiful day,even though it knows the day's beginning is night's end.
Isn't this love in it's purest form!!
THIS THING CALLED LOVE
This thing called love!
An intriguing emotions it instill,
Conjuring subtle feelings there within,
Placing someone's memory in the heart,
As loud silent voice whisper pass the ears
Like a flowing stream.
This thing called love!
Overwhelming passion it evokes
With blooming love at its peak,
Flowing beyond its letters
That cannot be caught,
Buried in the grave of the heart,
Yet, alive!
Falling in love with love;
When the stars shine on so bright,
Now in a gleaming light,
Emotions ripple in pond,
Love impregnate the heart,
Birthing feelings with no explanation.
Love, a coin in the fountain,
Night sky that has more stars,
Beautiful imagery blooming from fantasy,
Engraving in the heart the scene of morrow,
Raising wishes to the cloud
Yet, the end unclear like a myopic eyes.
As light slide through the cracks of the day,
Candle light waves a melody of bliss,
A majestic song sings from the heart,
Crowning the night with a soulful kiss,
With secrets within, the love impacts.
This thing called love!
Oh! Perfect sublime
Imperfect we are
Yet, love encompassing,
Injecting us with endurance,
Treating our heart-hole of hatred.
This thing called love!
#review
This thing called love!
An intriguing emotions it instill,
Conjuring subtle feelings there within,
Placing someone's memory in the heart,
As loud silent voice whisper pass the ears
Like a flowing stream.
This thing called love!
Overwhelming passion it evokes
With blooming love at its peak,
Flowing beyond its letters
That cannot be caught,
Buried in the grave of the heart,
Yet, alive!
Falling in love with love;
When the stars shine on so bright,
Now in a gleaming light,
Emotions ripple in pond,
Love impregnate the heart,
Birthing feelings with no explanation.
Love, a coin in the fountain,
Night sky that has more stars,
Beautiful imagery blooming from fantasy,
Engraving in the heart the scene of morrow,
Raising wishes to the cloud
Yet, the end unclear like a myopic eyes.
As light slide through the cracks of the day,
Candle light waves a melody of bliss,
A majestic song sings from the heart,
Crowning the night with a soulful kiss,
With secrets within, the love impacts.
This thing called love!
Oh! Perfect sublime
Imperfect we are
Yet, love encompassing,
Injecting us with endurance,
Treating our heart-hole of hatred.
This thing called love!
#review
THE POET AND THE PATRIOT
Who is that?
I suppose none but
The dreaded, Ill-famed patriot
Reciting behind the pebble stones,
Adorned with a beautiful dress
Is a scrupulous poetess
She throws of words,
a pointed crest
That hit the patriot on the chest
He shudders at that costly show
While the poetess glows out in the snow
His path overshadowed
with petals of rose;
embellished with a thousand vows
That sound in the distance, had everything done
The bullet hit him from the pistol gun
A thousand poems and eulogies written for the patriot
While his honoured body laid forever in the mud.
This piece was inspired by The Patriot by Robert Browning
#couplets #review #sam
Who is that?
I suppose none but
The dreaded, Ill-famed patriot
Reciting behind the pebble stones,
Adorned with a beautiful dress
Is a scrupulous poetess
She throws of words,
a pointed crest
That hit the patriot on the chest
He shudders at that costly show
While the poetess glows out in the snow
His path overshadowed
with petals of rose;
embellished with a thousand vows
That sound in the distance, had everything done
The bullet hit him from the pistol gun
A thousand poems and eulogies written for the patriot
While his honoured body laid forever in the mud.
This piece was inspired by The Patriot by Robert Browning
#couplets #review #sam
The Assassin and the Pin of Velleity
Chapter one (part 2)
The man searching for the pin finally finds it as his hand brushes over Hitori's chest. As he touches it Hitori's eyelids open to an enormous extent almost risking his eyeballs to fall out. Hitori's grip on the man's hand, who is holding pillow down on his face tightens, the man stops pressuring the pillow as the vice-like grip on his hands almost stops all the blood flow in his palms. He jerks away from Hitori, a certain fear filling up his heart. Hitori sits up straight, his unseeing eyes staring right at him, the man starts quaking in his boots. The other two men look at each other bewildered at what had just happened but they need the pin and the boy should die, so the tallest one takes a few strides, a knife in his hand, he wanted to keep it a bloodless murder but now that the boy is still alive he has no options.
Hitori is still sitting in his bed, defenseless. He is not making any attempt to run away or call for his mom, he is not even scared anymore. The room is still too dark for the three men to have a look into Hitori's eyes because if they could see the sinister look in those white eyes they would have run away to save their own lives.
The tall man raises the knife above his head and brings it down with full power over Hitori, he'd be dead in one slash, the man decides but to his surprise and dismay Hitori stops him by holding his hand right before the knife could draw blood from his skin. Then Hitori cocks his head to one side like a mad man and suddenly the whole room starts floating.
Frightened by the sudden turn of events the other two men start flying around the room searching for an exit but there is no exit. No door, no window, not even a hole to peep out. They can't keep their silence anymore, 'where is the door?' one of them asks in a shivering voice but the others couldn't reply, their voices seemed to have died in their throat. Their hearts race, it's utterly silent here, the only sound they could hear is the thumping of their heart inside their head and the sound of their ragged breathing. The man with the knife struggles to free himself of the boy's grip but a hand shoots up to his neck and squeezes it as easily as if it were a ketchup bottle in a restaurant, the bones inside his neck turn to powder and only a squeezed tube-like shape is left where his neck used to be a few seconds ago, he dies wide-eyed.
Seeing this makes the other two gag and scream at the same time, they run and run and run but it felt to them like they were running on a treadmill because they reached nowhere in the pitch dark. Hitori throws his legs over the bed and stands up on his feet, a gentle smile playing on his parched lips. Then he walks towards the remaining two. He catches the one who was holding down his legs and grabs his face then crushes it in his soft boyish hands spilling a great amount of blood all over the place.
Author's note: Again the word limit thwarted my plans so here is another instalment of chapter one.
#review #story #tm
Chapter one (part 2)
The man searching for the pin finally finds it as his hand brushes over Hitori's chest. As he touches it Hitori's eyelids open to an enormous extent almost risking his eyeballs to fall out. Hitori's grip on the man's hand, who is holding pillow down on his face tightens, the man stops pressuring the pillow as the vice-like grip on his hands almost stops all the blood flow in his palms. He jerks away from Hitori, a certain fear filling up his heart. Hitori sits up straight, his unseeing eyes staring right at him, the man starts quaking in his boots. The other two men look at each other bewildered at what had just happened but they need the pin and the boy should die, so the tallest one takes a few strides, a knife in his hand, he wanted to keep it a bloodless murder but now that the boy is still alive he has no options.
Hitori is still sitting in his bed, defenseless. He is not making any attempt to run away or call for his mom, he is not even scared anymore. The room is still too dark for the three men to have a look into Hitori's eyes because if they could see the sinister look in those white eyes they would have run away to save their own lives.
The tall man raises the knife above his head and brings it down with full power over Hitori, he'd be dead in one slash, the man decides but to his surprise and dismay Hitori stops him by holding his hand right before the knife could draw blood from his skin. Then Hitori cocks his head to one side like a mad man and suddenly the whole room starts floating.
Frightened by the sudden turn of events the other two men start flying around the room searching for an exit but there is no exit. No door, no window, not even a hole to peep out. They can't keep their silence anymore, 'where is the door?' one of them asks in a shivering voice but the others couldn't reply, their voices seemed to have died in their throat. Their hearts race, it's utterly silent here, the only sound they could hear is the thumping of their heart inside their head and the sound of their ragged breathing. The man with the knife struggles to free himself of the boy's grip but a hand shoots up to his neck and squeezes it as easily as if it were a ketchup bottle in a restaurant, the bones inside his neck turn to powder and only a squeezed tube-like shape is left where his neck used to be a few seconds ago, he dies wide-eyed.
Seeing this makes the other two gag and scream at the same time, they run and run and run but it felt to them like they were running on a treadmill because they reached nowhere in the pitch dark. Hitori throws his legs over the bed and stands up on his feet, a gentle smile playing on his parched lips. Then he walks towards the remaining two. He catches the one who was holding down his legs and grabs his face then crushes it in his soft boyish hands spilling a great amount of blood all over the place.
Author's note: Again the word limit thwarted my plans so here is another instalment of chapter one.
#review #story #tm
Lazy day
Dreary air, lazy juice
Out I am, yet nothing to do
Scratchy head, lousy mind
Yawning I am, falling again.
#tejaskhurana #review #lazypoetry
Dreary air, lazy juice
Out I am, yet nothing to do
Scratchy head, lousy mind
Yawning I am, falling again.
#tejaskhurana #review #lazypoetry
Bound by the shackles
Of life,
Courage we need
To pass the Gates of Fire!
Bound by the values
Bestowed upon,
Goals we should achieve
With the Wings of Fire!
Bound by the wisdom
Of humanity,
Benevolence we need
To live with the Grace of Fire!
Bound by the love
Enriched on us,
Extent reached for their haven
By showering the Rains of Fire!
Raining Fire
#suan
#review
#poem
Authors note:
One of my old poems again. I guess this was my first writeup I wrote after joining this group. This poem tells how we need to handle different phases of life and instances.
Of life,
Courage we need
To pass the Gates of Fire!
Bound by the values
Bestowed upon,
Goals we should achieve
With the Wings of Fire!
Bound by the wisdom
Of humanity,
Benevolence we need
To live with the Grace of Fire!
Bound by the love
Enriched on us,
Extent reached for their haven
By showering the Rains of Fire!
Raining Fire
#suan
#review
#poem
Authors note:
One of my old poems again. I guess this was my first writeup I wrote after joining this group. This poem tells how we need to handle different phases of life and instances.
H u n g e R
How to hold thy pleasure on a bare skinny hand,
the immigrant thought first,
after seeing the piece of bread Loaf.
though the intimidating hunger,
inside a long empty stomach,
was fighting with the mind the humanity was yet
not ready to grab that bread.
seeing the usual poverty happening
the policeman ordered him
to eat the loaf of bread.
But then also he hesitated a bit to eat
before the statemate of him
who still looking towards
the bread on the Footpath:)
#review
#story
#sb
How to hold thy pleasure on a bare skinny hand,
the immigrant thought first,
after seeing the piece of bread Loaf.
though the intimidating hunger,
inside a long empty stomach,
was fighting with the mind the humanity was yet
not ready to grab that bread.
seeing the usual poverty happening
the policeman ordered him
to eat the loaf of bread.
But then also he hesitated a bit to eat
before the statemate of him
who still looking towards
the bread on the Footpath:)
#review
#story
#sb
softLovë:)
with all the emotions and feelings,
I have in my heart
I wanna welcome you
to our love world.
with the sweet memories and moments that we both created, on the seashore
I wanna remind you
while being ready to go to the
late night sleep.
with the live witnessing proofs
of togetherness on the Highway
of Amsterdam,
I wanna let you feel me ❤️
deep inside of your own soft thoughts.
#review
#sb
with all the emotions and feelings,
I have in my heart
I wanna welcome you
to our love world.
with the sweet memories and moments that we both created, on the seashore
I wanna remind you
while being ready to go to the
late night sleep.
with the live witnessing proofs
of togetherness on the Highway
of Amsterdam,
I wanna let you feel me ❤️
deep inside of your own soft thoughts.
#review
#sb
Dwelledinwords:
Poetry ♥️
For me-
Poetry is music,
And words are the beats,
On which my heart dance like a kid.
Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,
Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.
Poetry is a feeling,
Language is just a standard,
To communicate with the restless hearts,
Wandering in the search of peace.
Poetry is a glass of wine,
With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.
With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.
Poetry is all of me filled with words,
It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.
It's just like the blood running through my body,
Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.
- Aakanksha
#dwelledinwods #poetry #poem
#review
@Dwelledinwords
Poetry ♥️
For me-
Poetry is music,
And words are the beats,
On which my heart dance like a kid.
Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,
Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.
Poetry is a feeling,
Language is just a standard,
To communicate with the restless hearts,
Wandering in the search of peace.
Poetry is a glass of wine,
With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.
With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.
Poetry is all of me filled with words,
It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.
It's just like the blood running through my body,
Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.
- Aakanksha
#dwelledinwods #poetry #poem
#review
@Dwelledinwords
When was it?
Thank God - for the blessed child
Glory and life - for she is my Knight
Her dad's first love
Her father's treasure
God gave us a child
And i call her my daughter
When was it?
My girl got raped
My womb got buried
When was it?
Was it, when she kissed you good night
Or maybe, while she sat on your lab
Was it, when she told you she loved her dad
Or maybe, when she hugged you tight
Let me ask you, when was it?
When did it cross your mind?
Your daughter can be your sex toy
How did it felt in your heart?
When you heard your girl cry.
When was it?
#review #poem #kido
Thank God - for the blessed child
Glory and life - for she is my Knight
Her dad's first love
Her father's treasure
God gave us a child
And i call her my daughter
When was it?
My girl got raped
My womb got buried
When was it?
Was it, when she kissed you good night
Or maybe, while she sat on your lab
Was it, when she told you she loved her dad
Or maybe, when she hugged you tight
Let me ask you, when was it?
When did it cross your mind?
Your daughter can be your sex toy
How did it felt in your heart?
When you heard your girl cry.
When was it?
#review #poem #kido
The Boy Named Ri
Empty eye— it derisory spangle like fire
Flaunting lie— evanescent of decrying desire
Lo! Might of mine had scornfully tried
Yet, light of passion surmounted to strive
Unworthy— Ic say for Ic must pleasedly sing
Ic no longer had fun nor felt blot of propriety
"Hola!," still it says to me for my thing
But no! Ic mislaid, forgotten the tranquility
Now, Ic ran away, free from the fickle world
Wrecking— sound of breaking Ic surely heard
The moan— connecting chain has been broken
Now, Ic breathe. I'm freóriht and finally open
Over the horizon, Ic sat on the slippy rainbow
Here to find peace— order by my dreary self
It feels lonely, yet I can touch cloud of pillow
Then suddenly, here comes the mien of an elf
It says, "Losing passion is losing life. You can let go,
But you must step along, look, search and find
For something that is lacking. Something new— close to your heart. So now my friend, begone."
And later, in front of the books Ic found you.
I reached my dream. Selfless love I found too
Now, Ic write, read, travel, fight and survive
Inside the turning pages of the book Ic write
Ic request everyone to read and observe
Go back to the following paragraph,
Compile all the first letter of each start
Now, what do you see? It says EUNOIA—
The place of my new journey.
A place destined for the boy named Ri.
#
#review
Empty eye— it derisory spangle like fire
Flaunting lie— evanescent of decrying desire
Lo! Might of mine had scornfully tried
Yet, light of passion surmounted to strive
Unworthy— Ic say for Ic must pleasedly sing
Ic no longer had fun nor felt blot of propriety
"Hola!," still it says to me for my thing
But no! Ic mislaid, forgotten the tranquility
Now, Ic ran away, free from the fickle world
Wrecking— sound of breaking Ic surely heard
The moan— connecting chain has been broken
Now, Ic breathe. I'm freóriht and finally open
Over the horizon, Ic sat on the slippy rainbow
Here to find peace— order by my dreary self
It feels lonely, yet I can touch cloud of pillow
Then suddenly, here comes the mien of an elf
It says, "Losing passion is losing life. You can let go,
But you must step along, look, search and find
For something that is lacking. Something new— close to your heart. So now my friend, begone."
And later, in front of the books Ic found you.
I reached my dream. Selfless love I found too
Now, Ic write, read, travel, fight and survive
Inside the turning pages of the book Ic write
Ic request everyone to read and observe
Go back to the following paragraph,
Compile all the first letter of each start
Now, what do you see? It says EUNOIA—
The place of my new journey.
A place destined for the boy named Ri.
#
#review
The Sky, a Canvas
The sky is a Canvas
Of a thousand beady lights
the artist is the almighty
of ethereal, beautiful nights
For a thousand beady lights
my eyes gleam of reflection
Of an ethereal, beautiful night
carved to perfection
my eyes gleam of reflection
At the blend of the colours
Carved to perfection
shows it's a creation, as perfect as that of Scholars'
the blend of the colours
is an evidence to suffice
To show it's a creation almost, like that of Scholars'
the stars twinkle, as if melting Ice
an evidence to suffice
Is the Splendour in a night
as if melting ice
fills my heart with delight
the Splendour in a night
Gleams too bright
my heart fills with delight
and inspires me to write..
Author's note: This was an example of a Pantoum. For whoever doesn't have a clue about what it is 😂, it's a piece of writing where each stanza is limited to 4 lines and the 2nd and 4th line of a stanza must be repeated as the 1st and 3rd line of the following stanza with little to no differences.
Some useful information.. Thought I should share 😅
#sam #review #pantoum
The sky is a Canvas
Of a thousand beady lights
the artist is the almighty
of ethereal, beautiful nights
For a thousand beady lights
my eyes gleam of reflection
Of an ethereal, beautiful night
carved to perfection
my eyes gleam of reflection
At the blend of the colours
Carved to perfection
shows it's a creation, as perfect as that of Scholars'
the blend of the colours
is an evidence to suffice
To show it's a creation almost, like that of Scholars'
the stars twinkle, as if melting Ice
an evidence to suffice
Is the Splendour in a night
as if melting ice
fills my heart with delight
the Splendour in a night
Gleams too bright
my heart fills with delight
and inspires me to write..
Author's note: This was an example of a Pantoum. For whoever doesn't have a clue about what it is 😂, it's a piece of writing where each stanza is limited to 4 lines and the 2nd and 4th line of a stanza must be repeated as the 1st and 3rd line of the following stanza with little to no differences.
Some useful information.. Thought I should share 😅
#sam #review #pantoum
#wca #wch
Mind boggled, heart trembled
What should I do, say or wear
I guess it all depends on her
#review #tejaskhurana #haiku
Mind boggled, heart trembled
What should I do, say or wear
I guess it all depends on her
#review #tejaskhurana #haiku
The Assassin and the Pin of Velleity
chapter 1 (part 3)
The man who had been trying to suffocate Hitori a few moments ago was now on his feet, begging for mercy but Hitori was like an approaching tsunami, unstoppable, merciless. The man draws back in fear, keeping his eyes on Hitori, moving backward.
Then hope appears in front of him in the shape of a hole in the floor almost a feet away from him, he runs while Hitori keeps walking at his own pace. He looks through the hole, he could see light, he could see the street and houses beneath him. Happiness runs down his cheeks in the form of tears, he looks back at Hitori who is still far enough.
He quickly dangles his legs down the hole and then slides forward on the floor to jump in the hole.
I'm going to survive, he thinks in his head. I don't need any money, I'm going to stop this job right after getting out of here, I'm going to live, he thinks as his body passes the hole and right when his body has already passed neck down; he is stranded. He looks up in horror at Hitori's face who is holding him by his collar with only one hand. He throws his legs around and tries to get out of Hitori's grip as Hitori slowly raises him over the hole. "No!" the man screams as the hole starts closing underneath him. It gets smaller and smaller unless there's only enough space left for his foot to pass through it. The man, desperate to stop the only exit from closing upon him, sticks his foot in it but the hole closes around his feet, Hitori smiles a wicked smile as the man screams in pain.
Author's note: Cross fingers this is my final instalment of chapter one. So guys how did the chapter make you feel, grossed out? intrigued? terrified? horrified? thrilled? Do let me know😉
#tm #review #story
chapter 1 (part 3)
The man who had been trying to suffocate Hitori a few moments ago was now on his feet, begging for mercy but Hitori was like an approaching tsunami, unstoppable, merciless. The man draws back in fear, keeping his eyes on Hitori, moving backward.
Then hope appears in front of him in the shape of a hole in the floor almost a feet away from him, he runs while Hitori keeps walking at his own pace. He looks through the hole, he could see light, he could see the street and houses beneath him. Happiness runs down his cheeks in the form of tears, he looks back at Hitori who is still far enough.
He quickly dangles his legs down the hole and then slides forward on the floor to jump in the hole.
I'm going to survive, he thinks in his head. I don't need any money, I'm going to stop this job right after getting out of here, I'm going to live, he thinks as his body passes the hole and right when his body has already passed neck down; he is stranded. He looks up in horror at Hitori's face who is holding him by his collar with only one hand. He throws his legs around and tries to get out of Hitori's grip as Hitori slowly raises him over the hole. "No!" the man screams as the hole starts closing underneath him. It gets smaller and smaller unless there's only enough space left for his foot to pass through it. The man, desperate to stop the only exit from closing upon him, sticks his foot in it but the hole closes around his feet, Hitori smiles a wicked smile as the man screams in pain.
Author's note: Cross fingers this is my final instalment of chapter one. So guys how did the chapter make you feel, grossed out? intrigued? terrified? horrified? thrilled? Do let me know😉
#tm #review #story
Let's Talk,
Yes.....I know.
It is a bit unorthox....
But
I need you to meet me at the finish line....
Then we can head back to start.....
Then lap it around again....
See, I've tried it......every....other......way.....
and this time, I need to make sure...
it's worth my while to stay.....
The notion that love conquers all
is a damn joke....
I want to love you...
.........but......
.........I need to do it in REVERSE.....
I Neeeeeed.....
to feel that crazy chemistry.....
before my heart's invested and tested.....
Whaaaaa?.....(laugh)
.... you think I'm crazy?
Hmmm....ok, well tell me..0
.....How long did Adam know Eve....
...before he KNEW the sticky of her sweet?
Frankly!!! I think it's time you get to KNOW me.......
So now....
I'll trace my steps back to where my confession was made....
but, wait
... before we take this back to the next level.....
will you please......
Tell me your name
#review #poetry #ds1
Yes.....I know.
It is a bit unorthox....
But
I need you to meet me at the finish line....
Then we can head back to start.....
Then lap it around again....
See, I've tried it......every....other......way.....
and this time, I need to make sure...
it's worth my while to stay.....
The notion that love conquers all
is a damn joke....
I want to love you...
.........but......
.........I need to do it in REVERSE.....
I Neeeeeed.....
to feel that crazy chemistry.....
before my heart's invested and tested.....
Whaaaaa?.....(laugh)
.... you think I'm crazy?
Hmmm....ok, well tell me..0
.....How long did Adam know Eve....
...before he KNEW the sticky of her sweet?
Frankly!!! I think it's time you get to KNOW me.......
So now....
I'll trace my steps back to where my confession was made....
but, wait
... before we take this back to the next level.....
will you please......
Tell me your name
#review #poetry #ds1
Perfect ProtectoR:)
I wanna break the unwanted pillars between you and me,
those were blocking the dawn sunrise view
that flows taking your gesture to my doorsteps.
it may be a little difficult for me to fulfill,
the desired expectations
but promisingly I will not be able to allow
any obstacle between us.
From the very start of our love,
I may be not able to be a good lover
but yet I always tried to be a perfect protector.
Though the north horizon has been witnessed many a time
ours unite moments,
I still wanna involve
the golden home going sun
into our benevolent moment:)
#review
#sb
I wanna break the unwanted pillars between you and me,
those were blocking the dawn sunrise view
that flows taking your gesture to my doorsteps.
it may be a little difficult for me to fulfill,
the desired expectations
but promisingly I will not be able to allow
any obstacle between us.
From the very start of our love,
I may be not able to be a good lover
but yet I always tried to be a perfect protector.
Though the north horizon has been witnessed many a time
ours unite moments,
I still wanna involve
the golden home going sun
into our benevolent moment:)
#review
#sb