I wrote this and i feel like it doesn't make sense, does it?
#review
should this step be my last walk, what story will my footprints carry?
of a lost race and forgotten history?
should this word be my last speech, what tone will my voice convey?
of a last man and unfinshed day?
should this sigh be my last air, what weight will my breath have?
of a lent life and wasted chance?
#review
should this step be my last walk, what story will my footprints carry?
of a lost race and forgotten history?
should this word be my last speech, what tone will my voice convey?
of a last man and unfinshed day?
should this sigh be my last air, what weight will my breath have?
of a lent life and wasted chance?
QUESTIONING HUMANITY
Seeing the world ’round me,
I was forced to question humanity.
Why do we fight amongst ourselves,
When we can accept everyone and live happily?
Why do we wound each other with daggers,
That miss our heart, but puncture our lungs.
Causing us to breathe painfully,
With more than a pinch of scorn and agony’s garnish?
What’d we lose if we accept the equality among us,
Regardless of skin, gender sexuality,
And the numbers that roll into our accounts,
On a monthly basis?
What joy do we get by labelling and shaming?
Aren’t we born with the seeds of integrity sown in us?
Can we not respect others, yet express views?
What good do we do by suppressing the “weaker ones”?
Why do we fall for the collective madness,
Thinking that it guarantees us safety,
When we haven’t ventured into the unknown,
To prove and accept it?
Why can’t we just make the world
A place where love flows like water,
Where equality showers like raindrops,
Erasing all the signs of the thoughts that corrupt our lives?
Is it too hopeful to think,
That, maybe, one day,
Everything will fall in place,
And we’ll all be in peace?
After all,
If we fight with fire,
We only ignite ourselves,
Setting the world on fire.
#poem #vb #review
Seeing the world ’round me,
I was forced to question humanity.
Why do we fight amongst ourselves,
When we can accept everyone and live happily?
Why do we wound each other with daggers,
That miss our heart, but puncture our lungs.
Causing us to breathe painfully,
With more than a pinch of scorn and agony’s garnish?
What’d we lose if we accept the equality among us,
Regardless of skin, gender sexuality,
And the numbers that roll into our accounts,
On a monthly basis?
What joy do we get by labelling and shaming?
Aren’t we born with the seeds of integrity sown in us?
Can we not respect others, yet express views?
What good do we do by suppressing the “weaker ones”?
Why do we fall for the collective madness,
Thinking that it guarantees us safety,
When we haven’t ventured into the unknown,
To prove and accept it?
Why can’t we just make the world
A place where love flows like water,
Where equality showers like raindrops,
Erasing all the signs of the thoughts that corrupt our lives?
Is it too hopeful to think,
That, maybe, one day,
Everything will fall in place,
And we’ll all be in peace?
After all,
If we fight with fire,
We only ignite ourselves,
Setting the world on fire.
#poem #vb #review
My Father My Father
My father not too far from a daddy but still not a daddy
Have any one help me seen my dad? I lost him years before I was born
As the globe's move every of acquaintance fade, now nothing is left to look up to
Have blamed him a countless times yet it seems like it our fate so in this case what do we do?
My father who loves an ambidextrous person but never cares if it was hand made
My father who we know not in the morning nor afternoon
My father who cling with smallest number of the clock "as earlier as 5am as late as 1am
My father that doesn't have a class, he prefer everyone but just not his own children
My father who has no time for bed time stories, tomorrow is another day as always been his favourite song.
My father that doesnt knows how to handle education gedgets
Just like kitchen utensils in the hand of a mother that's how discipline is like to my father. He's not educated but his learned
My father who doesn't know how to write an assignment but correctly knows how words ls made to prepare a cheque silp for his girlfriends
Days passed upon days
it all happened in the early 1970s he never sees the wrong in this father
Yet he wrote his own with no integrity nor future interest
Have never stopped trying to write the wrong he had wrote
But the picture was not well captured, he was wrong but most times correct in his head.
Have you got a daddy to give me? No. The man I have is still a father but no dad
Although have lost the in dad in him but he is still .....
Still my father
No one is permitted to insult my father
Because his still my Father!
Truly I miss my daddy but I still love my father
My intention is just to write my father's wrong
© TheSimiloluwa
#review #everyone #MyWriteUp
My father not too far from a daddy but still not a daddy
Have any one help me seen my dad? I lost him years before I was born
As the globe's move every of acquaintance fade, now nothing is left to look up to
Have blamed him a countless times yet it seems like it our fate so in this case what do we do?
My father who loves an ambidextrous person but never cares if it was hand made
My father who we know not in the morning nor afternoon
My father who cling with smallest number of the clock "as earlier as 5am as late as 1am
My father that doesn't have a class, he prefer everyone but just not his own children
My father who has no time for bed time stories, tomorrow is another day as always been his favourite song.
My father that doesnt knows how to handle education gedgets
Just like kitchen utensils in the hand of a mother that's how discipline is like to my father. He's not educated but his learned
My father who doesn't know how to write an assignment but correctly knows how words ls made to prepare a cheque silp for his girlfriends
Days passed upon days
it all happened in the early 1970s he never sees the wrong in this father
Yet he wrote his own with no integrity nor future interest
Have never stopped trying to write the wrong he had wrote
But the picture was not well captured, he was wrong but most times correct in his head.
Have you got a daddy to give me? No. The man I have is still a father but no dad
Although have lost the in dad in him but he is still .....
Still my father
No one is permitted to insult my father
Because his still my Father!
Truly I miss my daddy but I still love my father
My intention is just to write my father's wrong
© TheSimiloluwa
#review #everyone #MyWriteUp
A platter of your karma.
How would you battle the ghosts of conscience?
Staring at you cold & deep..
With the platter full of all you've done,
What shall you leave & what shall you eat?
On the mountains, says the lore, a wolf was hound down,
For spreading massacre & grief.
What fate shall it's soul bring to you?
What shall you leave & what shall you eat?
#thewordgenie #review
How would you battle the ghosts of conscience?
Staring at you cold & deep..
With the platter full of all you've done,
What shall you leave & what shall you eat?
On the mountains, says the lore, a wolf was hound down,
For spreading massacre & grief.
What fate shall it's soul bring to you?
What shall you leave & what shall you eat?
#thewordgenie #review
THE DEVIL & THE DARK
Between the devil & dark
There is no winning,
Hunting for souls
Devouring lives.
Never do they forgive
Will never make a change
A Chase of eternity
& wars of defeat.
Unturned stones,
Burnt seas
Fear of walls
& cages of truth
Defected untill denounced
- शब्दकिंकर #thewordgenie
#review #scribblesfromdark
Between the devil & dark
There is no winning,
Hunting for souls
Devouring lives.
Never do they forgive
Will never make a change
A Chase of eternity
& wars of defeat.
Unturned stones,
Burnt seas
Fear of walls
& cages of truth
Defected untill denounced
- शब्दकिंकर #thewordgenie
#review #scribblesfromdark
Strong wind flowing by, grandpa is sitting under the shadow of his tree and lost in memories.
Tree: grandpa! What happened to you, today you look a bit sad and relinquished.
Grandpa: yes, I am a bit sad today, my son wants me to live in old age home, but my memories exist with my home, it has memories of me, my wife and my son's childhood.
Tree: that's so sad grandpa, why your son thinks you as a burden, you raised him with all hardships and I think you didnot inform him that he was an orphan and you adopted him. If you would have not adopted him, he might be imploring somewhere on the streets, you should say him the truth!
Grandpa: I do not want to make him sad by knowing the reality that he was an orphan, presently he might consider me as a burden because I am old now and I can't help him in anything.
Tree: grandpa! You are wrong, you are not burdened to anyone. It's your home, no one can remove you from your home, I remember you planted me from small saplings and cared me like your child and today I became home for needy birds and animals, but I feel helpless I cant provide you shelter 😕
Grandpa: you are not less than my son, You were always there for me during my loneliness. tomorrow I may leave this place, I will miss you my son but don't worry I will say, my son, to bury my dead body after I die near you, under this soil.
I will be always with you even after death!
Tree: grandpa, you are my godfather, I want to with you always. You loved your son as own, but he now leaving you showing there is a difference between blood relations and other's blood. I wish I was human, I wish I can serve you.
Grandpa: oh my tree! I love you so much! I remember how I used to climb on you and enjoyed my childhood under your shadow, you always provided me with sweet fruits and shelter to other beings.
Tree: yes grandpa, I have spent my childhood with you, memories can't be forgotten. I remember how you and your wife watered and cared for me. I remember how you saved me from being cut by humans, I fear if you leave me like this, they might cut me and I will not be able to meet my godfather even last time! Please do not leave me and go. You can take my fruits, eat or sell it and build your home under my shelter. Please do not leave me.
Grandpa: Even I do not want to be separate from you and my memories, I will make my new home here and always stay by your side and will breathe my last here. I love you, my son.
#review #story #ae
Tree: grandpa! What happened to you, today you look a bit sad and relinquished.
Grandpa: yes, I am a bit sad today, my son wants me to live in old age home, but my memories exist with my home, it has memories of me, my wife and my son's childhood.
Tree: that's so sad grandpa, why your son thinks you as a burden, you raised him with all hardships and I think you didnot inform him that he was an orphan and you adopted him. If you would have not adopted him, he might be imploring somewhere on the streets, you should say him the truth!
Grandpa: I do not want to make him sad by knowing the reality that he was an orphan, presently he might consider me as a burden because I am old now and I can't help him in anything.
Tree: grandpa! You are wrong, you are not burdened to anyone. It's your home, no one can remove you from your home, I remember you planted me from small saplings and cared me like your child and today I became home for needy birds and animals, but I feel helpless I cant provide you shelter 😕
Grandpa: you are not less than my son, You were always there for me during my loneliness. tomorrow I may leave this place, I will miss you my son but don't worry I will say, my son, to bury my dead body after I die near you, under this soil.
I will be always with you even after death!
Tree: grandpa, you are my godfather, I want to with you always. You loved your son as own, but he now leaving you showing there is a difference between blood relations and other's blood. I wish I was human, I wish I can serve you.
Grandpa: oh my tree! I love you so much! I remember how I used to climb on you and enjoyed my childhood under your shadow, you always provided me with sweet fruits and shelter to other beings.
Tree: yes grandpa, I have spent my childhood with you, memories can't be forgotten. I remember how you and your wife watered and cared for me. I remember how you saved me from being cut by humans, I fear if you leave me like this, they might cut me and I will not be able to meet my godfather even last time! Please do not leave me and go. You can take my fruits, eat or sell it and build your home under my shelter. Please do not leave me.
Grandpa: Even I do not want to be separate from you and my memories, I will make my new home here and always stay by your side and will breathe my last here. I love you, my son.
#review #story #ae
SHE IS A WOMAN
She is a woman.
A woman who wouldn’t break,
No matter how hard you try.
She is a woman.
Someone who cries over simple gestures,
Yet, braves through hurricanes with a smile.
She is a woman.
One who knows how it is,
To be a fish in an ocean of whales.
She is a woman.
The kind who’d smile,
Just to put to shame the full-bellied moon.
She is a woman.
A woman who can swallow the sun,
If that’d be of any help.
She is a woman.
One who embraces the homeless,
And carries candies for the needy.
She is a woman.
Could be Eve, Juliet or Aphrodite,
All depending on how you treat her.
She is a woman.
One who can’t be touched,
Kissed, tasted or smelled.
Thus, my dear, she deserves more,
Much more than what humanity can provide.
So, if not provide, please don’t deprive.
#poem #review #vb
She is a woman.
A woman who wouldn’t break,
No matter how hard you try.
She is a woman.
Someone who cries over simple gestures,
Yet, braves through hurricanes with a smile.
She is a woman.
One who knows how it is,
To be a fish in an ocean of whales.
She is a woman.
The kind who’d smile,
Just to put to shame the full-bellied moon.
She is a woman.
A woman who can swallow the sun,
If that’d be of any help.
She is a woman.
One who embraces the homeless,
And carries candies for the needy.
She is a woman.
Could be Eve, Juliet or Aphrodite,
All depending on how you treat her.
She is a woman.
One who can’t be touched,
Kissed, tasted or smelled.
Thus, my dear, she deserves more,
Much more than what humanity can provide.
So, if not provide, please don’t deprive.
#poem #review #vb
While we are on the topic of women & "She" power, here's my piece-
#DEVI
Raisins, coconut, garlands & sindoor,
Drapped inside the shawl, is our Goddess we tried to lure.
But even with our grand offerings, she wouldn't fall prey!
She's well aware of the hypocrisy in everything we say.
We crush her on the roads & cage her behind the doors,
Our glory-singing mouth stamps her as a whore!
She's the divine supreme & yet a human like us,
But we conveniently forget that & make 9 nights a fuss!
Redemption of self is the only worship worth an offer,
even though its too late, let us mend our ways & apologize or
the whole world would fall & suffer.
#thewordgenie #review
#DEVI
Raisins, coconut, garlands & sindoor,
Drapped inside the shawl, is our Goddess we tried to lure.
But even with our grand offerings, she wouldn't fall prey!
She's well aware of the hypocrisy in everything we say.
We crush her on the roads & cage her behind the doors,
Our glory-singing mouth stamps her as a whore!
She's the divine supreme & yet a human like us,
But we conveniently forget that & make 9 nights a fuss!
Redemption of self is the only worship worth an offer,
even though its too late, let us mend our ways & apologize or
the whole world would fall & suffer.
#thewordgenie #review
#universe
Little wonderful universe to which we all behold,
Hides the stories of millenia, some told, untold.
I am the WordGenie, not from the lamp,
A wayfarer without destination, to me, Earth is just a camp.
Have left behind lives, miles & years, & still, long way to go.
#thewordgenie #review
Little wonderful universe to which we all behold,
Hides the stories of millenia, some told, untold.
I am the WordGenie, not from the lamp,
A wayfarer without destination, to me, Earth is just a camp.
Have left behind lives, miles & years, & still, long way to go.
#thewordgenie #review
I am a fake, no feelings in my face
I am dead, with shallow breath
I am alive, ice, dead eyes
I laugh, hallow sound
I cry, humping my tear ducts
I scream, silent to the ears
I sleep, nightmares hugging me
I am dreaming, spring in play
Happy kids
Radiant eyes
Rich smile
I am awake. In to the world
Dead eyes
A wolf's laugh
Forced smile
Pale skin
Empty mind
Beating heart
Silent ears
Chaotic soul
I am a mute, with a lot to say
#review #poem #kido
I am dead, with shallow breath
I am alive, ice, dead eyes
I laugh, hallow sound
I cry, humping my tear ducts
I scream, silent to the ears
I sleep, nightmares hugging me
I am dreaming, spring in play
Happy kids
Radiant eyes
Rich smile
I am awake. In to the world
Dead eyes
A wolf's laugh
Forced smile
Pale skin
Empty mind
Beating heart
Silent ears
Chaotic soul
I am a mute, with a lot to say
#review #poem #kido
I lived by see you soon's
Talk to you later
I loved with all my heart
Wishing for forever
I hoped for the good
Always together
Loyalty my blanket
Never wished for more
I hated goodbyes
Avoided it to the core
Goodbye my enemy
Is all that i fear
Goodbye is the end
Erasing me from here
Goodbye left your mouth
And i became a corpse
Goodbye led me to my grave
Told you it was for the dead
#review #poem #kido
Talk to you later
I loved with all my heart
Wishing for forever
I hoped for the good
Always together
Loyalty my blanket
Never wished for more
I hated goodbyes
Avoided it to the core
Goodbye my enemy
Is all that i fear
Goodbye is the end
Erasing me from here
Goodbye left your mouth
And i became a corpse
Goodbye led me to my grave
Told you it was for the dead
#review #poem #kido
Melody of hope
Hold yourself it's just a nightmare,
Not asking for more, just a bit more to bear,
All the venom will soon subside,
Then you will be free, no one to fear nothing to hide,
Screaming silence will turn into a song,
A tune of hope & pride to sing along.
To the tune of victory, happiness would come around,
As you pick yourself back up & rise up from the ground!
#thewordgenie #review
Hold yourself it's just a nightmare,
Not asking for more, just a bit more to bear,
All the venom will soon subside,
Then you will be free, no one to fear nothing to hide,
Screaming silence will turn into a song,
A tune of hope & pride to sing along.
To the tune of victory, happiness would come around,
As you pick yourself back up & rise up from the ground!
#thewordgenie #review
There was adam
A rib missing from his left
Eve right between his arms
Two pieces put together
Two bodies in one soul
I feel like i fit into ur rib
Like a calling from home
A string pulling me along
Sealing me in right where i belong
That sensation is there
Pulling me your way
Your arms open
Calling me in
Your hug tight
Ingolfing me inside
Your hug loosens
Your eyes cold
The tug it there
But it is pure torture
The road dark
Hallow bridge
No light on the other side
It feels like severed mating bond
The ribs belong together
One man's skeleton
Though the hearts beat different
Music of separate symphony
The hearts don't belong together
#review #poem #kido
A rib missing from his left
Eve right between his arms
Two pieces put together
Two bodies in one soul
I feel like i fit into ur rib
Like a calling from home
A string pulling me along
Sealing me in right where i belong
That sensation is there
Pulling me your way
Your arms open
Calling me in
Your hug tight
Ingolfing me inside
Your hug loosens
Your eyes cold
The tug it there
But it is pure torture
The road dark
Hallow bridge
No light on the other side
It feels like severed mating bond
The ribs belong together
One man's skeleton
Though the hearts beat different
Music of separate symphony
The hearts don't belong together
#review #poem #kido
Poem for tonyt.
Dear God,
how do I look into your endless abyss,
As billion scriptures, & composers have sung almost all your praises.
Oh you inconceivable, who's idea no one could bind,
Tell me, really, are you that hard to find?
Yes, I'm entrapped, I'm crazy & I'm blind,
But I have heard alot about you, you are so kind!
Garland of my emotions now lay beneath your feet,
Your name, your thought is all that repeats.
Various distractions have bound my feet, & every sin has played me with deceit.
Help me find my way out of it now,
Save me from the ignorance & shame somehow,
Before you, as the whole creation bows,
Mercy my lord! Let me see you, tell me how?
#thewordgenie #review
Dear God,
how do I look into your endless abyss,
As billion scriptures, & composers have sung almost all your praises.
Oh you inconceivable, who's idea no one could bind,
Tell me, really, are you that hard to find?
Yes, I'm entrapped, I'm crazy & I'm blind,
But I have heard alot about you, you are so kind!
Garland of my emotions now lay beneath your feet,
Your name, your thought is all that repeats.
Various distractions have bound my feet, & every sin has played me with deceit.
Help me find my way out of it now,
Save me from the ignorance & shame somehow,
Before you, as the whole creation bows,
Mercy my lord! Let me see you, tell me how?
#thewordgenie #review
A HASTY RETRIBUTION
An eye for an eye -
Is that what humanity is all about?
A hundred today,
Simply means a thousand tomorrow.
Why revenge, when we can be better?
Behind the blinds of revenge,
One forgets that the greater good
Is all about letting go.
Was the sacrifice to be retributed?
Wasn't it supposed to not go in vain?
Retaliation today, simply means
Worsening our fate for tomorrow.
Clearly, patriotism ain't barbarianism.
A wrong just 'cause of another wrong,
Clearly doesn't make it all right.
An act in haste shall cost heavily.
A hundred today,
Means a thousand tomorrow.
It may even cost the entire world;
Do we even deserve to bear the sins?
#poem #review #vb
An eye for an eye -
Is that what humanity is all about?
A hundred today,
Simply means a thousand tomorrow.
Why revenge, when we can be better?
Behind the blinds of revenge,
One forgets that the greater good
Is all about letting go.
Was the sacrifice to be retributed?
Wasn't it supposed to not go in vain?
Retaliation today, simply means
Worsening our fate for tomorrow.
Clearly, patriotism ain't barbarianism.
A wrong just 'cause of another wrong,
Clearly doesn't make it all right.
An act in haste shall cost heavily.
A hundred today,
Means a thousand tomorrow.
It may even cost the entire world;
Do we even deserve to bear the sins?
#poem #review #vb
RAVANA'S REDEMPTION.
To get rid of my demons I hatched a gruesome plan.
Redemption was the only way to liberate my dark demon clan.
Blue God they say is all-merciful, my sire once told.
He walks down as the embodiment of light to defy the darkness, his tricks are old.
At one end were my demons uncouth, intoxicated by their might.
At the other were the beings of heaven, boastful and bright.
I was the mix of both, a breed lethal and obscure.
This lethal mix of dark and white was all I had to endure.
No Vedas or Vedanta had any answers to give.
Cursed and condemned was my soul caged in a mighty cell to live.
Fools are they, who think Sita abduction was a despotic act of mine.
I was relieved for once when I saw Hanuman, I knew soon it would be my time.
What more can a lost soul ask from the sky?
For someone who can show him the way or at least listen to his cry!
I knew that my blue God had to arrive soon.
To liberate me from my misery and grant me the one last boon.
Oh, fools you burn me thinking I'm dead and gone.
Don't forget, there's always a place for darkness, after the dusk and before the dawn...
-शब्दकिंकर #thewordgenie
#review
To get rid of my demons I hatched a gruesome plan.
Redemption was the only way to liberate my dark demon clan.
Blue God they say is all-merciful, my sire once told.
He walks down as the embodiment of light to defy the darkness, his tricks are old.
At one end were my demons uncouth, intoxicated by their might.
At the other were the beings of heaven, boastful and bright.
I was the mix of both, a breed lethal and obscure.
This lethal mix of dark and white was all I had to endure.
No Vedas or Vedanta had any answers to give.
Cursed and condemned was my soul caged in a mighty cell to live.
Fools are they, who think Sita abduction was a despotic act of mine.
I was relieved for once when I saw Hanuman, I knew soon it would be my time.
What more can a lost soul ask from the sky?
For someone who can show him the way or at least listen to his cry!
I knew that my blue God had to arrive soon.
To liberate me from my misery and grant me the one last boon.
Oh, fools you burn me thinking I'm dead and gone.
Don't forget, there's always a place for darkness, after the dusk and before the dawn...
-शब्दकिंकर #thewordgenie
#review
3:00 am
Every night at 3 am, I hear someone laughing underneath the floor.
Even after I stay on the ground floor.
The noise makes difficult for me to sleep,
The laugh keeps on repeat.
On a fine day,
I dug out my floor and found my 6 years old daughter playing with a round ring whom I lost 5 months ago in an earthquake.
I tried my best to frame it nicely but I m not able to do it can I get help plz to improve this!?
#review #poem#vj
Every night at 3 am, I hear someone laughing underneath the floor.
Even after I stay on the ground floor.
The noise makes difficult for me to sleep,
The laugh keeps on repeat.
On a fine day,
I dug out my floor and found my 6 years old daughter playing with a round ring whom I lost 5 months ago in an earthquake.
I tried my best to frame it nicely but I m not able to do it can I get help plz to improve this!?
#review #poem#vj
#review
What I need to know here is, the metaphors that I used do they even look like they hold some meaning or 'cause I think they're easily confused with 'just words'
What I need to know here is, the metaphors that I used do they even look like they hold some meaning or 'cause I think they're easily confused with 'just words'