Title: About Hunches/Gut Feelings
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
I woke up; I woke up dead in a forest,
The beautiful rains made my body purest.
There were some constraints, so my soul had to depart,
One journey ended, another journey I had to start.
As I reached heaven; Mr chitragupt took me to a town,
The area was vast, filled with souls dressed in pretty gowns.
In every ten minutes, a new guest appeared,
About the shrinking space, every other member feared.
So they considered the oldest souls to tackle this space dearth,
They swiftly suggested- “few of us have to take rebirth”.
“Those who died easily will have to go,”, a decision they made,
The trouble started the conflict, even human behaviour souls displayed.
“My husband raped and hanged me,” an old lady shouted,
“It was a group for me”, a woman said while the number of men she counted.
A girl cried- “While returning from school, my classmates assaulted”,
“I was pregnant when it happened, my baby too got aborted”.
A young lady exclaimed- “Trauma of abuse made me commit suicide”,
The tears spoke everything that a boy was trying to hide.
“He violated my integrity even after fully covered,” - soul in burqa shrieked,
“He raped me for years”- signalled a girl who couldn’t speak.
A spirit in saree yelled- “They raped me and burnt alive”.
While a nurse cried- “After a lengthy battle in the coma, I also couldn’t survive’.
Suddenly every noise stopped when the spirit of a newborn strolled;
The whole debate got over with the story that blood-soaked diaper told!
“It’s better to be here than being with the monsters”;
“The world is full of them, the murderers and the assaulters”.
Every spirit decided that all of them will somehow stay,
And about their previous life, nothing will be discussed, and no one will say.
The souls whom the earth manipulated felt safe,
Free of every torture, every crime, even if it’s after the grave.
#review
The beautiful rains made my body purest.
There were some constraints, so my soul had to depart,
One journey ended, another journey I had to start.
As I reached heaven; Mr chitragupt took me to a town,
The area was vast, filled with souls dressed in pretty gowns.
In every ten minutes, a new guest appeared,
About the shrinking space, every other member feared.
So they considered the oldest souls to tackle this space dearth,
They swiftly suggested- “few of us have to take rebirth”.
“Those who died easily will have to go,”, a decision they made,
The trouble started the conflict, even human behaviour souls displayed.
“My husband raped and hanged me,” an old lady shouted,
“It was a group for me”, a woman said while the number of men she counted.
A girl cried- “While returning from school, my classmates assaulted”,
“I was pregnant when it happened, my baby too got aborted”.
A young lady exclaimed- “Trauma of abuse made me commit suicide”,
The tears spoke everything that a boy was trying to hide.
“He violated my integrity even after fully covered,” - soul in burqa shrieked,
“He raped me for years”- signalled a girl who couldn’t speak.
A spirit in saree yelled- “They raped me and burnt alive”.
While a nurse cried- “After a lengthy battle in the coma, I also couldn’t survive’.
Suddenly every noise stopped when the spirit of a newborn strolled;
The whole debate got over with the story that blood-soaked diaper told!
“It’s better to be here than being with the monsters”;
“The world is full of them, the murderers and the assaulters”.
Every spirit decided that all of them will somehow stay,
And about their previous life, nothing will be discussed, and no one will say.
The souls whom the earth manipulated felt safe,
Free of every torture, every crime, even if it’s after the grave.
#review
Her: the world is quiet here
Him: where
Her: right there *pointing to her head*
Where the beats of my thoughts blare
Where the fire of my worries flare
Where the eyes of my anger stare
Yes right there *closing her eyes*
Where the hope I was born with dies
Where The key to my maze life lies
Where the vine of my hate thrives
Right in the center of all
Right there the worlds stall
Not being nor ceasing
In the between
Not heard nor felt
But only seen
Right here... *pointing to her head*
The world is silent
Him: But the world is not there *pointing to her head*
Her: then where?
Him: here below *puts his hands on her heart*
Where the rhythm of the voices go Slow
Where the fire of your fears burn low
Where the eyes of your wrath go hollow
Yes right here *puts her hand on her chest*
Where the dead hopes you're born with stir
Where the puzzles of your life clear
Where the roots of your angst disappear
Right here where everything is
Right here the world lives
changing but same
In equilibrium
Dynamic and peaceful
But never in delirium
Right here... *pointing to where her hand is*
The world speaks still
#mutechaos
#review
Him: where
Her: right there *pointing to her head*
Where the beats of my thoughts blare
Where the fire of my worries flare
Where the eyes of my anger stare
Yes right there *closing her eyes*
Where the hope I was born with dies
Where The key to my maze life lies
Where the vine of my hate thrives
Right in the center of all
Right there the worlds stall
Not being nor ceasing
In the between
Not heard nor felt
But only seen
Right here... *pointing to her head*
The world is silent
Him: But the world is not there *pointing to her head*
Her: then where?
Him: here below *puts his hands on her heart*
Where the rhythm of the voices go Slow
Where the fire of your fears burn low
Where the eyes of your wrath go hollow
Yes right here *puts her hand on her chest*
Where the dead hopes you're born with stir
Where the puzzles of your life clear
Where the roots of your angst disappear
Right here where everything is
Right here the world lives
changing but same
In equilibrium
Dynamic and peaceful
But never in delirium
Right here... *pointing to where her hand is*
The world speaks still
#mutechaos
#review
Covered in the drops when she came inside;
The jealousy on the face even the moon couldn't hide!
Looking at her, my heartbeats raised;
Inside me, a fire of love blazed.
In the music of rain, her heart also danced;
Like tiger I roared, when that beautiful tigress pranced!
When the lips touched, things got hard by the rush of blood;
Mercilessly clothes were torn in the dangerous lusty flood!
Hands-on her back and kisses on her collar bone;
Gasping loudly for every breath made my heart infarction prone.
Lying on the bed when I explored every body part;
She started moaning, felt like she's ripped apart.
When the naked bodies contacted, the beautiful souls united;
Both the fires combined, whole nature felt delighted.
The beasts were unleashed, the whole night they groaned;
In sweet pain, eyes cried, respect and shyness were disowned!
The whole night felt short, the whole night felt sleepless;
The scars of our bodies were no less than any beautiful dress!
#review
The jealousy on the face even the moon couldn't hide!
Looking at her, my heartbeats raised;
Inside me, a fire of love blazed.
In the music of rain, her heart also danced;
Like tiger I roared, when that beautiful tigress pranced!
When the lips touched, things got hard by the rush of blood;
Mercilessly clothes were torn in the dangerous lusty flood!
Hands-on her back and kisses on her collar bone;
Gasping loudly for every breath made my heart infarction prone.
Lying on the bed when I explored every body part;
She started moaning, felt like she's ripped apart.
When the naked bodies contacted, the beautiful souls united;
Both the fires combined, whole nature felt delighted.
The beasts were unleashed, the whole night they groaned;
In sweet pain, eyes cried, respect and shyness were disowned!
The whole night felt short, the whole night felt sleepless;
The scars of our bodies were no less than any beautiful dress!
#review
Gajendran Theepiha
#review #theepiha#poetry
Title : soul of darkness
Shadow knows freedom
Locked in room
Mourning souls in graveyard
Heavily breathing
Everything stops
No hapiness in family
All are crying
Other one dies
Surrounded by darkness
No one smiles
No one greets
Everyone is sad around the world
Simple solution will clear everything
Stay awake!
Stay alert!
Stay Brave!
#review #theepiha#poetry
Title : soul of darkness
Shadow knows freedom
Locked in room
Mourning souls in graveyard
Heavily breathing
Everything stops
No hapiness in family
All are crying
Other one dies
Surrounded by darkness
No one smiles
No one greets
Everyone is sad around the world
Simple solution will clear everything
Stay awake!
Stay alert!
Stay Brave!
Title: Lost
Sitting in the park and no one's around,
Your eyes are so deep, that I'll drown!
Holding hands when we come near;
Your eyes shut, my heart trembles with fear!
My hand pulls you closer through your cheek;
The passionate moment comes which I used to seek.
Your lips are coming close to mine;
Your smell is making me high more than wine.
But from somewhere water splashes,
I open my eyes and the dream crashes!
Can't say if I got you or you were lost,
Only good left is the thought that our paths crossed.
#review #themodernsaint
Sitting in the park and no one's around,
Your eyes are so deep, that I'll drown!
Holding hands when we come near;
Your eyes shut, my heart trembles with fear!
My hand pulls you closer through your cheek;
The passionate moment comes which I used to seek.
Your lips are coming close to mine;
Your smell is making me high more than wine.
But from somewhere water splashes,
I open my eyes and the dream crashes!
Can't say if I got you or you were lost,
Only good left is the thought that our paths crossed.
#review #themodernsaint
Happiness is a butterfly,
Just like your dreams which has to fly,
It starts with your first cry,
and ends with your last unnoticed shy.
Let's go find that great blue yonder,
Far away from noise and rush,
A place where one can sit and ponder,
Silently,in a cocoon of hush.
As there are always obstacles,
this butterfly should know how to dart,
cause happiness is a journey,
but not at all a depot.
So fly as a free butterfly,
with happiness to glide,
But No luggage of sorrow,
Because happiness is a butterfly....
#review #NG
Just like your dreams which has to fly,
It starts with your first cry,
and ends with your last unnoticed shy.
Let's go find that great blue yonder,
Far away from noise and rush,
A place where one can sit and ponder,
Silently,in a cocoon of hush.
As there are always obstacles,
this butterfly should know how to dart,
cause happiness is a journey,
but not at all a depot.
So fly as a free butterfly,
with happiness to glide,
But No luggage of sorrow,
Because happiness is a butterfly....
#review #NG
Ever heard of an aching soul,
Lost but not, a dreamy soul,
Vain of tears, though blissfull soul,
Perceiving truth but erroneous soul,
Train of Thoughts, an addled soul,
Ever heard of an aching soul.
#review #shorts #tejaskhurana
Lost but not, a dreamy soul,
Vain of tears, though blissfull soul,
Perceiving truth but erroneous soul,
Train of Thoughts, an addled soul,
Ever heard of an aching soul.
#review #shorts #tejaskhurana
They say it’s sweet that we laugh because our bodies literally can’t contain the joy.
But we cry because our bodies physically can’t contain the pain.
Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
#review
But we cry because our bodies physically can’t contain the pain.
Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
#review
Title : The year of 2020
On the brink of the decade, the year’s conference was called;
With the democratic elections, a king was installed!
To decide the destiny of upcoming years;
With the experiences of previous ones, considered as pioneers!
Everyone had on the face some agony and fear;
Complaints against humans in the eyes with tears!
In the grief of Nirbhaya, 2012 still sobbed;
Because of terrorism and merciless killings, the peace was robbed!
Every year was the environment brutally raped;
Still, the perpetrators of mother earth always escaped!
The anguish of starving children, the king couldn’t tolerate;
So they wrote the misery of 2020 in our fate!
Coming as a new year’s gift, a virus shook the world;
The nature was free to breathe as humanity had its arms curled!
Even the mightiest ones could not defend;
When forests burned, kids of nature also faced a bitter end!
With protests everywhere, the sad year started;
Everyone felt the loss when our favourite celebrities departed.
The two nuclear powers fought, the third was the casualty;
With earthquakes and cyclones, the year reached its peak of brutality.
It destroyed many homes with many lives lost;
Witnessing the biggest migration, humans paid an enormous cost.
A nation still burned in the wave of civil war;
And with 6 months left, more problems will come for sure!
We all are responsible for this, we all played some part;
But if we consider it a lesson, better change in the world will start!
Improving our habits and taking nothing as granted;
Will improve everything and that’s what every situation demanded!
Thinking positively, a lot of opportunities also came;
And if we work on them, there’ll be nothing to blame.
#review #themodernsaint #saurabh12
On the brink of the decade, the year’s conference was called;
With the democratic elections, a king was installed!
To decide the destiny of upcoming years;
With the experiences of previous ones, considered as pioneers!
Everyone had on the face some agony and fear;
Complaints against humans in the eyes with tears!
In the grief of Nirbhaya, 2012 still sobbed;
Because of terrorism and merciless killings, the peace was robbed!
Every year was the environment brutally raped;
Still, the perpetrators of mother earth always escaped!
The anguish of starving children, the king couldn’t tolerate;
So they wrote the misery of 2020 in our fate!
Coming as a new year’s gift, a virus shook the world;
The nature was free to breathe as humanity had its arms curled!
Even the mightiest ones could not defend;
When forests burned, kids of nature also faced a bitter end!
With protests everywhere, the sad year started;
Everyone felt the loss when our favourite celebrities departed.
The two nuclear powers fought, the third was the casualty;
With earthquakes and cyclones, the year reached its peak of brutality.
It destroyed many homes with many lives lost;
Witnessing the biggest migration, humans paid an enormous cost.
A nation still burned in the wave of civil war;
And with 6 months left, more problems will come for sure!
We all are responsible for this, we all played some part;
But if we consider it a lesson, better change in the world will start!
Improving our habits and taking nothing as granted;
Will improve everything and that’s what every situation demanded!
Thinking positively, a lot of opportunities also came;
And if we work on them, there’ll be nothing to blame.
#review #themodernsaint #saurabh12
TITLE : SCRIPTURIENT
Making things is kinda tough
But only when we do it rough
Know that its beyond creativity
Maybe we can have connectivity
Through these tiny words
Which makes us board
With other
Writers in the world
And makes us whirled
Using the masterpiece works
Which may last forever
Or
Will be lost for ever.
#review #poem #smitha
Making things is kinda tough
But only when we do it rough
Know that its beyond creativity
Maybe we can have connectivity
Through these tiny words
Which makes us board
With other
Writers in the world
And makes us whirled
Using the masterpiece works
Which may last forever
Or
Will be lost for ever.
#review #poem #smitha
Distortion of Repose
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness.
One’s wife cried till all hell broke loose,
When she saw him after so long, her delight was profuse,
For he was there to wipe her tears away,
He was there for her, there to make a headway.
Another’s wife cried, but this time, for truce,
When she saw him after so long, her sorrow was profuse,
For he was there but could not wipe her tears as big as pebbles,
He was lying in a coffin, bejeweled with ribbons and medals.
#review #kt #poetry
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness.
One’s wife cried till all hell broke loose,
When she saw him after so long, her delight was profuse,
For he was there to wipe her tears away,
He was there for her, there to make a headway.
Another’s wife cried, but this time, for truce,
When she saw him after so long, her sorrow was profuse,
For he was there but could not wipe her tears as big as pebbles,
He was lying in a coffin, bejeweled with ribbons and medals.
#review #kt #poetry
Letters of the dead
Letter from him 3
🔸To the girl who is making fun of me 🔸
The love we built is really gone ha? Because even your words have become blades. why are you being this cruel? And i knew what i did to you? You think i would walk into my worst fear? Just like that? that hurts like no other. I get it now. I am not the guy you love anymore. but the monster you have wanted to kill all your life. i don't know what you did to our memories that you can't even remember easy truths. But you just added one more thing to the lists i won't forgive you. i will never forgive you. because you killed me, i won't forgive you because i am just a monster. I won't forgive you because you were a fraud.
Once your shadow
#review #story #kido
Letter from him 3
🔸To the girl who is making fun of me 🔸
The love we built is really gone ha? Because even your words have become blades. why are you being this cruel? And i knew what i did to you? You think i would walk into my worst fear? Just like that? that hurts like no other. I get it now. I am not the guy you love anymore. but the monster you have wanted to kill all your life. i don't know what you did to our memories that you can't even remember easy truths. But you just added one more thing to the lists i won't forgive you. i will never forgive you. because you killed me, i won't forgive you because i am just a monster. I won't forgive you because you were a fraud.
Once your shadow
#review #story #kido
Hi everyone
Happy to show you all something i wrote
Its my first time I'll love to hear abt it from you all
Title- This too shall pass
when it rains it leaves fragnance tht soothes us
when tears flow it soothes the aching soul
i wish to have that one night of calmness
maybe that i ll get into your arms
feeling that i m wanted
feeling i can be myself
feeling wht i m is good enough
i m perfectly imperfect for atleast you
making the people around me happy n contented
i think i lost myself
everyday its a hustle to prove i m better
but better to b treated fairly
not a better version of myself
i guess its better to say its okay
this shall too pass
but will it?
#review
Happy to show you all something i wrote
Its my first time I'll love to hear abt it from you all
Title- This too shall pass
when it rains it leaves fragnance tht soothes us
when tears flow it soothes the aching soul
i wish to have that one night of calmness
maybe that i ll get into your arms
feeling that i m wanted
feeling i can be myself
feeling wht i m is good enough
i m perfectly imperfect for atleast you
making the people around me happy n contented
i think i lost myself
everyday its a hustle to prove i m better
but better to b treated fairly
not a better version of myself
i guess its better to say its okay
this shall too pass
but will it?
#review
#review
#nv
#iam
The Day that changed my Life
02 January, 2013, evening 6 pm, somewhere in Pune…
“Dad, you’ve never understood me. Your only goal in life looks like getting me married and you’re done. I always thought my father was my best friend, he understood me and my dreams, but no, I was wrong.” She was yelling and had tears in her eyes while having a conversation with her Father on a phone call.
“You’re getting me wrong, love. I am your Best Friend and I definitely understand you and, at the same time, I also know what’s good for you and what’s not. Tell me where you are and I’ll come to pick you up. Please tell me where you are!!” said the father, who now, was losing his calm.
“Yes, why not, so that you can come here and take me back home only to get married to that loser!! Never, I’m not coming home unless you call off the wedding. If I get married to him, I’ll either get divorced or will die of suffocation.” She had rage in her voice when she hung up the call on her dad…
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03 January, 2013, morning 2 am, somewhere in Pune…
“Come down, We’re outside the society. Please do not create any scene and get your belongings too. It’s just Mom and me, Dad hasn’t come along.” The brother said on the phone call.
Suddenly, the younger brother sounded older.
Suddenly, the mother for whom her daughter was her world, looked at her with sheer disappointment and anger, and maybe, hatred too.
Suddenly, her friends, who at one point in time were considered cultured and “Good Fit” for their daughter, had become enemies.
Suddenly, the world looked different, an enemy like, only because she refused to get married.
After all, she was 26 years old and was mature enough to take a stand for herself, and decide for herself.
She was dragged and forced to sit in the car, the car engine started and they drove back to Mumbai.
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03 January, 2013, 11 am, at home in Mumbai.
Mom had tears in her eyes. Dad too looked devastated. They couldn’t believe that their daughter would take such a drastic step. Mom looked as if she hadn’t slept a bit last night. She felt sorry for her parents but refrained from showing anything on her face. Instead, she asked, “I’m hungry, what’s for breakfast? or lunch?”
The next 10 – 15 minutes went by in silence. Then started The Discussion, why does the daughter not want to get married? It looked as if that’s the only question left in the universe and if the marriage didn’t happen, then God alone would know what would happen!!
“Dad, I’m only 26. I want to focus on building my career. Do you realise I’ve been trying to tell you that I’ve been shortlisted as Communications Trainer in a big MNC. And, this marriage would take me away from my dreams. Forget even the career, you want me to get married, you have no idea that guy is a jerk, he can’t respect women, he can’t respect me, he’s never spoken to me with respect. He laughs at my dreams. He doesn’t care if I’m fine or not, actually, no one cares in his family if I’m fine or not, all they care about is, how much weight I’ve lost and have I started to look beautiful or not!” She said with sheer disappointment.
“I am sure you must’ve done something or must have said something to treat you that way.” Said the father. By now, his anger knew no limits. He had no idea what he was saying. The Father-Daughter argument lasted for almost 2 hours. No one had eaten a morsel since morning.
“I’m stepping out to get some fresh air. It’s suffocating in here.” She said while wearing her sandals.
“Remember one thing, it’s my house, you live here, and if you want to live here, you have to live it my way.” said the angry father.
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#nv
#iam
The Day that changed my Life
02 January, 2013, evening 6 pm, somewhere in Pune…
“Dad, you’ve never understood me. Your only goal in life looks like getting me married and you’re done. I always thought my father was my best friend, he understood me and my dreams, but no, I was wrong.” She was yelling and had tears in her eyes while having a conversation with her Father on a phone call.
“You’re getting me wrong, love. I am your Best Friend and I definitely understand you and, at the same time, I also know what’s good for you and what’s not. Tell me where you are and I’ll come to pick you up. Please tell me where you are!!” said the father, who now, was losing his calm.
“Yes, why not, so that you can come here and take me back home only to get married to that loser!! Never, I’m not coming home unless you call off the wedding. If I get married to him, I’ll either get divorced or will die of suffocation.” She had rage in her voice when she hung up the call on her dad…
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03 January, 2013, morning 2 am, somewhere in Pune…
“Come down, We’re outside the society. Please do not create any scene and get your belongings too. It’s just Mom and me, Dad hasn’t come along.” The brother said on the phone call.
Suddenly, the younger brother sounded older.
Suddenly, the mother for whom her daughter was her world, looked at her with sheer disappointment and anger, and maybe, hatred too.
Suddenly, her friends, who at one point in time were considered cultured and “Good Fit” for their daughter, had become enemies.
Suddenly, the world looked different, an enemy like, only because she refused to get married.
After all, she was 26 years old and was mature enough to take a stand for herself, and decide for herself.
She was dragged and forced to sit in the car, the car engine started and they drove back to Mumbai.
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03 January, 2013, 11 am, at home in Mumbai.
Mom had tears in her eyes. Dad too looked devastated. They couldn’t believe that their daughter would take such a drastic step. Mom looked as if she hadn’t slept a bit last night. She felt sorry for her parents but refrained from showing anything on her face. Instead, she asked, “I’m hungry, what’s for breakfast? or lunch?”
The next 10 – 15 minutes went by in silence. Then started The Discussion, why does the daughter not want to get married? It looked as if that’s the only question left in the universe and if the marriage didn’t happen, then God alone would know what would happen!!
“Dad, I’m only 26. I want to focus on building my career. Do you realise I’ve been trying to tell you that I’ve been shortlisted as Communications Trainer in a big MNC. And, this marriage would take me away from my dreams. Forget even the career, you want me to get married, you have no idea that guy is a jerk, he can’t respect women, he can’t respect me, he’s never spoken to me with respect. He laughs at my dreams. He doesn’t care if I’m fine or not, actually, no one cares in his family if I’m fine or not, all they care about is, how much weight I’ve lost and have I started to look beautiful or not!” She said with sheer disappointment.
“I am sure you must’ve done something or must have said something to treat you that way.” Said the father. By now, his anger knew no limits. He had no idea what he was saying. The Father-Daughter argument lasted for almost 2 hours. No one had eaten a morsel since morning.
“I’m stepping out to get some fresh air. It’s suffocating in here.” She said while wearing her sandals.
“Remember one thing, it’s my house, you live here, and if you want to live here, you have to live it my way.” said the angry father.
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