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…
=============================================================
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.
=============================================================
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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#review
I stand at the threshold of my home and pain. Funny, both words have the same meaning to me now. I watch them as they portray the picture perfect family and perfume the air with the smell of freshly baked brownies that promise the taste of your favourite food. yet, to my tongue, they taste bitter. As an outsider, i can see the picture as ideal, yet whenever i step unto the scene the story changes into a nightmare, the plot twists to thriller and the homely fragrance goes away leaving behind the foul smell of distrust and hurt. Yep, definitely bitter, that's what they are to me: my supposed family. They are the very reason i associate home with pain.
Yet, i stand at the threshold wondering if i should go in... if i should keep acting...if i can keep living this torment... if i can eat the bitter brownies anymore or if this is my breaking point, the threshold of my pain. Undecided, if i would shout that i wouldn't take another facade or another slow remark that makes me want to fade or another jab for me to cry over later. I wonder if i should break the illusion, if i should clear their mind from the delusion, from their self inflicted ignorance telling them i am fine. Should i break the spell with just 3 little words called 'i hate you' or should i make it four and say 'i am not happy'.
I am at the threshold of my home thinking that i could open the cell door and let them know. Thinking, I could easily walk out the door and head to the light then enlighten them with it. In my death, may be, they will notice all the tears drenching my pillow along with all the screams muffled there. maybe they will ask my sheets about my hate, and talk with my bathroom about my pain. Maybe then they would know. In my martyrdom, i could set them free and, in a way, set me free.
But i am still at the threshold of both my home and pain, right at my limit, neither going above nor below. living through my torture at my breaking point: at the threshold. Because there, i smell not only the fragrance of the bitter brownies but also the salty breeze of the unknown, blown in by the wind from the outside, bringing with it the faint smell of hope, a sweet tinge that promises relief from my captivity. so, at the threshold of my home, i endure all the pain- knowing it's a pain that i know, one i learned by heart; dreaming it's a pain that leaves, one i can escape and hoping it's a pain i let go, one i can reminisce with love.
I stand at the threshold of my home and pain. Funny, both words have the same meaning to me now. I watch them as they portray the picture perfect family and perfume the air with the smell of freshly baked brownies that promise the taste of your favourite food. yet, to my tongue, they taste bitter. As an outsider, i can see the picture as ideal, yet whenever i step unto the scene the story changes into a nightmare, the plot twists to thriller and the homely fragrance goes away leaving behind the foul smell of distrust and hurt. Yep, definitely bitter, that's what they are to me: my supposed family. They are the very reason i associate home with pain.
Yet, i stand at the threshold wondering if i should go in... if i should keep acting...if i can keep living this torment... if i can eat the bitter brownies anymore or if this is my breaking point, the threshold of my pain. Undecided, if i would shout that i wouldn't take another facade or another slow remark that makes me want to fade or another jab for me to cry over later. I wonder if i should break the illusion, if i should clear their mind from the delusion, from their self inflicted ignorance telling them i am fine. Should i break the spell with just 3 little words called 'i hate you' or should i make it four and say 'i am not happy'.
I am at the threshold of my home thinking that i could open the cell door and let them know. Thinking, I could easily walk out the door and head to the light then enlighten them with it. In my death, may be, they will notice all the tears drenching my pillow along with all the screams muffled there. maybe they will ask my sheets about my hate, and talk with my bathroom about my pain. Maybe then they would know. In my martyrdom, i could set them free and, in a way, set me free.
But i am still at the threshold of both my home and pain, right at my limit, neither going above nor below. living through my torture at my breaking point: at the threshold. Because there, i smell not only the fragrance of the bitter brownies but also the salty breeze of the unknown, blown in by the wind from the outside, bringing with it the faint smell of hope, a sweet tinge that promises relief from my captivity. so, at the threshold of my home, i endure all the pain- knowing it's a pain that i know, one i learned by heart; dreaming it's a pain that leaves, one i can escape and hoping it's a pain i let go, one i can reminisce with love.
First kiss
You will never know, I will never tell the speed
My heart raced when we finally kissed that day
That instant liberation from every other need
Felt like we were the ones for Shakespeare's next play
#poem#poem
#review#review
#sunaina#sunaina
You will never know, I will never tell the speed
My heart raced when we finally kissed that day
That instant liberation from every other need
Felt like we were the ones for Shakespeare's next play
#poem#poem
#review#review
#sunaina#sunaina
First kiss
You will never know, I will never tell the speed
My heart raced when we finally kissed that day
That instant liberation from every other need
Felt like we were the ones for Shakespeare's next play
#review#review #poem#poem #sunaina#sunaina
You will never know, I will never tell the speed
My heart raced when we finally kissed that day
That instant liberation from every other need
Felt like we were the ones for Shakespeare's next play
#review#review #poem#poem #sunaina#sunaina
First kiss
You will never know, I will never tell the speed
My heart raced when we finally kissed that day
That instant liberation from every other need
Felt like we were the ones for Shakespeare's next play
#review#review #poem#poem #sunaina#sunaina
You will never know, I will never tell the speed
My heart raced when we finally kissed that day
That instant liberation from every other need
Felt like we were the ones for Shakespeare's next play
#review#review #poem#poem #sunaina#sunaina
Life stops at different stations
At every part of the part, we have to make a choice
Our choice to segregate from each other, made in a dilemma
Today I saw you in my way of life, you were looking prettier than before
My past remembrances running through my mind
Heartbeats pounding fasts, my eyes always longed to see you
Without uttering a word, you just smiled at me like a child
I was numb, solely remembering happy moments I shared with you
As I moved ahead towards you, I was startled by a voice from the heart
My heart whispered, " you both moved in life, you can't be together like past".
Within a blink of an eye, you said waving me goodbye.
I am feeling restless, want to hug my love in my arms
But I know its too late to stop you
Strong air breezes passing by, I am alone, even my shadow left me
My mind recalling memories of love down the lane
There was a time, I used to see the world in your eyes
Now presently, we are a world apart
Im in dilemma, but I know I need to move on in life
Love is all about sacrifices on small things in life for living together
But you refused to sacrifice your dreams, left me alone in life
I respect you and your dreams
I pray for your wellness in this world
I just smiled at my past, I will move on and leave it behind
#review #poetry #ae
At every part of the part, we have to make a choice
Our choice to segregate from each other, made in a dilemma
Today I saw you in my way of life, you were looking prettier than before
My past remembrances running through my mind
Heartbeats pounding fasts, my eyes always longed to see you
Without uttering a word, you just smiled at me like a child
I was numb, solely remembering happy moments I shared with you
As I moved ahead towards you, I was startled by a voice from the heart
My heart whispered, " you both moved in life, you can't be together like past".
Within a blink of an eye, you said waving me goodbye.
I am feeling restless, want to hug my love in my arms
But I know its too late to stop you
Strong air breezes passing by, I am alone, even my shadow left me
My mind recalling memories of love down the lane
There was a time, I used to see the world in your eyes
Now presently, we are a world apart
Im in dilemma, but I know I need to move on in life
Love is all about sacrifices on small things in life for living together
But you refused to sacrifice your dreams, left me alone in life
I respect you and your dreams
I pray for your wellness in this world
I just smiled at my past, I will move on and leave it behind
#review #poetry #ae
Love Quest.
Intense are the waves
Of feeling at it's best
My inside raves
Awakening and stirring my chest.
How my heart springs
Like a nestling around a nest
Trying to fly its wings
Why is this so beyond my behest?
Uncontrollable are my feelings
But with you my heart finds rest
In search of your lovely givings
Like the sunset I follow you towards the west.
You ended my love quest
Giving me a breath of new beginnings
For you my heart fills with zest
For the joyful moments this love brings.
#rocky #poetry #review
Intense are the waves
Of feeling at it's best
My inside raves
Awakening and stirring my chest.
How my heart springs
Like a nestling around a nest
Trying to fly its wings
Why is this so beyond my behest?
Uncontrollable are my feelings
But with you my heart finds rest
In search of your lovely givings
Like the sunset I follow you towards the west.
You ended my love quest
Giving me a breath of new beginnings
For you my heart fills with zest
For the joyful moments this love brings.
#rocky #poetry #review
#yourreview
A great and skilled attempt at portraying the dichotomy, in life and death, in a war, painting a picture of the mirror opposite outcomes that result from it.
I absolutely loved the rhyming. I felt it was very beautiful and natural.
The Title was very elegant, but I think it didn't fit perfectly, tell me what were your thoughts, what did you mean to convey with the title?
The line "To glimmer and happiness" in the first stanza needs to be changed a bit because you used both positive words, one needs to be negative for the dichotomy to work out, as well as to aptly describe the next stanzas. And "bejeweled" in the last line needs to be changed, because it is used to go with jewels, precious gems and precious stones.
Here are the improvements and additions I suggest to the poem (I am copying your whole poem and editing it to save time)
Here goes:
Title: FATE OF WAR
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness
DELIVERING AND SUNDERING HAPPINESS, TO AND FROM, TWO FAMILIES, DIVIDED BY A WAR THAT SEEMED ENDLESS
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,
THEIR ROMANCE, RENDERED QUIESCENT/FORCED INTO AN INTERMISSION, BY THE WAR ACROSS THE BAY
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,
BEDECKED IN MEDALS AND RIBBONS, FOR ALL OF HIS FATAL TROUBLES!
#review #poetry #kt #SaiRamKiran
A great and skilled attempt at portraying the dichotomy, in life and death, in a war, painting a picture of the mirror opposite outcomes that result from it.
I absolutely loved the rhyming. I felt it was very beautiful and natural.
The Title was very elegant, but I think it didn't fit perfectly, tell me what were your thoughts, what did you mean to convey with the title?
The line "To glimmer and happiness" in the first stanza needs to be changed a bit because you used both positive words, one needs to be negative for the dichotomy to work out, as well as to aptly describe the next stanzas. And "bejeweled" in the last line needs to be changed, because it is used to go with jewels, precious gems and precious stones.
Here are the improvements and additions I suggest to the poem (I am copying your whole poem and editing it to save time)
Here goes:
Title: FATE OF WAR
A beautiful doomsday
Makes its way
To the glimmer and happiness
Of two families’ consciousness
DELIVERING AND SUNDERING HAPPINESS, TO AND FROM, TWO FAMILIES, DIVIDED BY A WAR THAT SEEMED ENDLESS
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,
THEIR ROMANCE, RENDERED QUIESCENT/FORCED INTO AN INTERMISSION, BY THE WAR ACROSS THE BAY
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,
BEDECKED IN MEDALS AND RIBBONS, FOR ALL OF HIS FATAL TROUBLES!
#review #poetry #kt #SaiRamKiran
Thunder nights, stormy skies...
In fleet of winds, faster the times fly
Fate at play, Will - the bait...
All eyes glued at the liberation gate.
Dices roll, keys are lost
What will it cost?
#thewordgenie #review
In fleet of winds, faster the times fly
Fate at play, Will - the bait...
All eyes glued at the liberation gate.
Dices roll, keys are lost
What will it cost?
#thewordgenie #review
Nothing ever ends....
Nothing ever ends,
Nothing ever starts
Not the whole picture,
You see some parts.
Stories change, but
Incidents remain.
Everything vapes away,
Chuckles, laughter & pain.
Tales of the greater good that we are fed,
Just to blind us, while good & evil copulate in bed.
They bear no offspring, conceive no child
All they ejaculate is the truth that's defiled.
Themes of morality are just Thought-Porn,
Directed by the noble Lord, hooded with devilish horns.
Who's good, who's better, you hardly can tell...
Well, tell me this,
If God dies,
Will he go to heaven or hell?
#thewordgenie #review #scribblesfromdark
Nothing ever ends,
Nothing ever starts
Not the whole picture,
You see some parts.
Stories change, but
Incidents remain.
Everything vapes away,
Chuckles, laughter & pain.
Tales of the greater good that we are fed,
Just to blind us, while good & evil copulate in bed.
They bear no offspring, conceive no child
All they ejaculate is the truth that's defiled.
Themes of morality are just Thought-Porn,
Directed by the noble Lord, hooded with devilish horns.
Who's good, who's better, you hardly can tell...
Well, tell me this,
If God dies,
Will he go to heaven or hell?
#thewordgenie #review #scribblesfromdark
What are adults?
Title: Adulting - A Study in Adapting to Somersaulting
Adults are great big stress balls of determination,
Always working for betterment in their chosen vocation.
Douchy bosses and bossy spouses, stretching their already painful days into endless frustration,
They often reminisce of their younger selves, and teenage days with a stellar recollection,
When everything used to seem sunshine and rainbows, without the need for any introspection,
And they were free from all these anxieties, just lost in their reflection!
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Title: Adulting - A Study in Adapting to Somersaulting
Adults are great big stress balls of determination,
Always working for betterment in their chosen vocation.
Douchy bosses and bossy spouses, stretching their already painful days into endless frustration,
They often reminisce of their younger selves, and teenage days with a stellar recollection,
When everything used to seem sunshine and rainbows, without the need for any introspection,
And they were free from all these anxieties, just lost in their reflection!
#review #poetry #wisdom #SaiRamKiran
Title : SLEEPLESS
Lying on the bed, when everyone sleeps;
Random thoughts rise and creativity peeps!
Imagining the normal as well as weirdest things;
And flying freely with those wings!
From thinking about how I wasted another day;
To fearing exams which are on the way.
After today, what does she think of me?
Facing me she smiled, that everyone could see!
Also today she laughed, on that stupid joke;
The lame comedian inside me was such stoked!
Her thoughts are so beautiful, everything my mind believes;
On her fabric with dreams, every day this fool weaves!
What will happen if terrorists attacked?
Everyone's captivated and college hijacked!
That time will require someone to sacrifice;
So I'll be the saviour, ready to save the lives.
Thinkin' of gallantry awards and tears on my grave;
Influenced by movies, these thoughts are too naive.
What if, I get a chance to be a superhero?
The powers I'll get, the changes I'll undergo!
To fight like batman, to swirl like the thor;
To control like the strange, can't ask for more.
And one day 'Vilgax' invades, asks strongest to fight;
I'll the saviour again, bringing back the planet to light!
Drifting between universes, when I reached back to reality;
The sun was about to rise, now sleep became just a formality!
Another day gave the sacrifice, whole day the eyes slept;
Saviour was the casualty, the remorseful superhero wept!
"Today I will sleep early", on the mirror I screamed;
Still once again lying on the bed, insolent eyes began to dream.
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Lying on the bed, when everyone sleeps;
Random thoughts rise and creativity peeps!
Imagining the normal as well as weirdest things;
And flying freely with those wings!
From thinking about how I wasted another day;
To fearing exams which are on the way.
After today, what does she think of me?
Facing me she smiled, that everyone could see!
Also today she laughed, on that stupid joke;
The lame comedian inside me was such stoked!
Her thoughts are so beautiful, everything my mind believes;
On her fabric with dreams, every day this fool weaves!
What will happen if terrorists attacked?
Everyone's captivated and college hijacked!
That time will require someone to sacrifice;
So I'll be the saviour, ready to save the lives.
Thinkin' of gallantry awards and tears on my grave;
Influenced by movies, these thoughts are too naive.
What if, I get a chance to be a superhero?
The powers I'll get, the changes I'll undergo!
To fight like batman, to swirl like the thor;
To control like the strange, can't ask for more.
And one day 'Vilgax' invades, asks strongest to fight;
I'll the saviour again, bringing back the planet to light!
Drifting between universes, when I reached back to reality;
The sun was about to rise, now sleep became just a formality!
Another day gave the sacrifice, whole day the eyes slept;
Saviour was the casualty, the remorseful superhero wept!
"Today I will sleep early", on the mirror I screamed;
Still once again lying on the bed, insolent eyes began to dream.
#review #themodernsaint #saurabh12