Title: The Moon and the Sun
The Moon and the Sun had always been thought of to be of the same origin but they differ so much in their appearance and functions that makes me wonder what causes them to behave in this way. Are they brothers with one having the nature of a fearsome fireball while the other cold as ice complementing each other in our solar system or are they two monks who have chosen different paths to achieve what they have set out for, one burning itself in the fire like a priest to meet it's creator while the other freezing in cold for the same purpose.
Some say that they have made a truce to divide our time into day and night so as not to interfere in each others functionality. It might also be possible that the Moon is a spy set out by his/her boss the Sun (because it is also believed that Moon has it's origins from the Sun) to look upon us when earth's rotation causes it to hide portions of itself from the Sun.
One also can't rule out the possibility of the Sun being the lover of the Moon , chasing it day and night, separated from the Moon by someone envious of their love making them stay away from each other still bound by their inevitable fate to stay away only to come face to face on eclipses. Though they still are not ready to give up their everlasting, sempiternal, perdurable and unabating love.
The Sun and the Moon have a very distinct relationship , while the Moon has pledged it's alliegance to the earth separated by several light years but not able to escape the Earth's gravity, the Sun however refuses to let go of the Moon by refusing the Earth it's freedom and forcing it to stay in it's orbit and thereby ensuring it's friend the Moon never goes out of it's sight.
Now coming to the image, it depicts the Moon thinking about the Sun and feeling depressed when thinking about not being able to meet his friend the Sun and the Sun being ignorant of this fact drowns itself in daily chores.
While the Moon couldn't stop thinking about Sun day in and day out is now saddened by the fact that Sun never really talks face to face and waits for the sun to come face to face and talk out their differences.
Thanks for reading
#Sagar
#review
#article
The Moon and the Sun had always been thought of to be of the same origin but they differ so much in their appearance and functions that makes me wonder what causes them to behave in this way. Are they brothers with one having the nature of a fearsome fireball while the other cold as ice complementing each other in our solar system or are they two monks who have chosen different paths to achieve what they have set out for, one burning itself in the fire like a priest to meet it's creator while the other freezing in cold for the same purpose.
Some say that they have made a truce to divide our time into day and night so as not to interfere in each others functionality. It might also be possible that the Moon is a spy set out by his/her boss the Sun (because it is also believed that Moon has it's origins from the Sun) to look upon us when earth's rotation causes it to hide portions of itself from the Sun.
One also can't rule out the possibility of the Sun being the lover of the Moon , chasing it day and night, separated from the Moon by someone envious of their love making them stay away from each other still bound by their inevitable fate to stay away only to come face to face on eclipses. Though they still are not ready to give up their everlasting, sempiternal, perdurable and unabating love.
The Sun and the Moon have a very distinct relationship , while the Moon has pledged it's alliegance to the earth separated by several light years but not able to escape the Earth's gravity, the Sun however refuses to let go of the Moon by refusing the Earth it's freedom and forcing it to stay in it's orbit and thereby ensuring it's friend the Moon never goes out of it's sight.
Now coming to the image, it depicts the Moon thinking about the Sun and feeling depressed when thinking about not being able to meet his friend the Sun and the Sun being ignorant of this fact drowns itself in daily chores.
While the Moon couldn't stop thinking about Sun day in and day out is now saddened by the fact that Sun never really talks face to face and waits for the sun to come face to face and talk out their differences.
Thanks for reading
#Sagar
#review
#article
The Lure of A Witch's Presence
Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The Mysterious Lady comes.
She neither leaves a trace nor a shadow that one can see,
But when she comes by she always looks at me,
Her eyes; like flowers with frostbite
they are
So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.
A lady she was, with no name
But my cold heart asks, am I to blame?
I tried not to fall back from fear and asked;
What dream came to you that you came?
I know so many last words
But I will never know hers,
There's a cold smile on her lips;
And my body shivers.
She appears, sometimes, on rainy days to save the lands going ill;
Born of the night; the evil darkness,
Then she fades into the shadowed hills
Where the memory alone prevails.
#poetry #horror #minal #review
Skin brighter than white;
Hair darker than night,
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh;
The Mysterious Lady comes.
She neither leaves a trace nor a shadow that one can see,
But when she comes by she always looks at me,
Her eyes; like flowers with frostbite
they are
So haunted, not sparkling, no trace left of glee.
A lady she was, with no name
But my cold heart asks, am I to blame?
I tried not to fall back from fear and asked;
What dream came to you that you came?
I know so many last words
But I will never know hers,
There's a cold smile on her lips;
And my body shivers.
She appears, sometimes, on rainy days to save the lands going ill;
Born of the night; the evil darkness,
Then she fades into the shadowed hills
Where the memory alone prevails.
#poetry #horror #minal #review
An ode to doctors
My doctor, you are next to god
You treat me well whenever I am sick
You work 24 hours dealing with all patients
You never discerned between humans based on colour and caste
You never contrasted between rich and poor
Oh!my doctor, you are next to god
You preserve the lives of humans and regale them well
You never caused harm to your patients and always cared for them
You believe in humanity, you reject appreciation and lures
Oh!my doctor, you are next to god
You always consider the health of your patients first, rather than family
You live a selfless life, you matter only the patient's life preservation
I thank god for honouring us with doctors for us
May you live a life of purity and always be successful
Oh! My doctor, you are next to god
Your heart is in fact as white as white
When your mind is calculating the probability of life and death, you always have a radiant smile on the face
Keeping your head up, you face to face death
You give hope to start a new life ahead
#review #ae #poetry
My doctor, you are next to god
You treat me well whenever I am sick
You work 24 hours dealing with all patients
You never discerned between humans based on colour and caste
You never contrasted between rich and poor
Oh!my doctor, you are next to god
You preserve the lives of humans and regale them well
You never caused harm to your patients and always cared for them
You believe in humanity, you reject appreciation and lures
Oh!my doctor, you are next to god
You always consider the health of your patients first, rather than family
You live a selfless life, you matter only the patient's life preservation
I thank god for honouring us with doctors for us
May you live a life of purity and always be successful
Oh! My doctor, you are next to god
Your heart is in fact as white as white
When your mind is calculating the probability of life and death, you always have a radiant smile on the face
Keeping your head up, you face to face death
You give hope to start a new life ahead
#review #ae #poetry
TITLE:
Rain and Sunlight
Painful rain pouring down
And with each drop my heart drowns
Like the heaven aiming with the arrows
They breach the armour of my sorrow
Each drop is too heavy to bear
Ripping my heart with a cunning spear
I try to find the befitting reason
For her treason in this beautiful season
As the thunder hits my eardrums
It reminds me of her temper trantrums
A Spectacle to see as they say the rain causes
But it pauses all that was beautiful
Trying to see through the clouts of clouds
But all is dizzy and all in shrouds
Brimming, my heart overflows with overwhelming pain
Searching the comfort, that she brings
Breezy wind , increases the pain of my heart
Like the game board getting hit by the darts
I don't want it to be furtive
But I don't want it be assertive
Bickering , my words can't express , how plight
Thoughts of her not being in my front gives me fright.
Hope comes along with each ray of sunlight,
Though the rain is the not the enemy that gives one fright
Calmness and serenity spread throughout the mainland,
Seems line rain and sunlight are a long term friend.
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
Rain and Sunlight
Painful rain pouring down
And with each drop my heart drowns
Like the heaven aiming with the arrows
They breach the armour of my sorrow
Each drop is too heavy to bear
Ripping my heart with a cunning spear
I try to find the befitting reason
For her treason in this beautiful season
As the thunder hits my eardrums
It reminds me of her temper trantrums
A Spectacle to see as they say the rain causes
But it pauses all that was beautiful
Trying to see through the clouts of clouds
But all is dizzy and all in shrouds
Brimming, my heart overflows with overwhelming pain
Searching the comfort, that she brings
Breezy wind , increases the pain of my heart
Like the game board getting hit by the darts
I don't want it to be furtive
But I don't want it be assertive
Bickering , my words can't express , how plight
Thoughts of her not being in my front gives me fright.
Hope comes along with each ray of sunlight,
Though the rain is the not the enemy that gives one fright
Calmness and serenity spread throughout the mainland,
Seems line rain and sunlight are a long term friend.
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
TITLE:
The rain
Tiny droplets like the pearls, fall from the sky,
Only to land in the effect of gravity
While some are lucky to be saved by the lotus leaves,
Others looted of their identity by the sand thieves
Some dance on the petals of rose
While some fell at the hands to fate and never rose
I envy the soil for its fragrance,
The rain gets the credit for this essence
I am taken over by nostalgia in this moment,
For the rain brings out memories that are dormant
Running mad with my friends in the mud,
And getting pampered by mother after being scolded by dad
Rain is good for the land is arid,
Not a drop of water on the continent for the bird
Rain gives life, for the cult is waiting to sow,
Waiting for the skies to stretch their heavenly bows
Drench the thirst of those parched lands,
Cause desperate the farmer stands in the lands
Waiting for the rain the heards look to the sky,
Only to wait more , the thirsty birds choose to fly
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
The rain
Tiny droplets like the pearls, fall from the sky,
Only to land in the effect of gravity
While some are lucky to be saved by the lotus leaves,
Others looted of their identity by the sand thieves
Some dance on the petals of rose
While some fell at the hands to fate and never rose
I envy the soil for its fragrance,
The rain gets the credit for this essence
I am taken over by nostalgia in this moment,
For the rain brings out memories that are dormant
Running mad with my friends in the mud,
And getting pampered by mother after being scolded by dad
Rain is good for the land is arid,
Not a drop of water on the continent for the bird
Rain gives life, for the cult is waiting to sow,
Waiting for the skies to stretch their heavenly bows
Drench the thirst of those parched lands,
Cause desperate the farmer stands in the lands
Waiting for the rain the heards look to the sky,
Only to wait more , the thirsty birds choose to fly
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
TITLE:
The Window
Window panes are a little dusty
The iron too became rusty
Calls me to look when it's dusky
But getting to see it is little bit risky
For the view is too grand to be ignored
I bet no one will ever be bored
Crammed up my lessons here before the exam
Dressed up near it ,in my tuxedo for the prom
Each day through the window saw the sun rise
And welcomed the moon after each days demise
Watched every uncle and aunt pass through the gate
Even Peter's funeral ,the view I would always hate
Watched the birds traversing the skies
And the aunties chatting about something secret lies the spies
Watched my mum watering the plants that bore no money
And my father trying to fix the scooter that was worth no penny
My sister when she was twelve
Casting the spell on the creature that never dwelled
Sanya calling me to go the park each evening
For the games we played that had no meaning
I remember the day when I left my house,
The window I sat on called me twice
Calling me to come back soon to the desk,
To watch more wonders through my little nest
I promised the window to reunite ,
And said it goodbye to return and enjoy the site
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
The Window
Window panes are a little dusty
The iron too became rusty
Calls me to look when it's dusky
But getting to see it is little bit risky
For the view is too grand to be ignored
I bet no one will ever be bored
Crammed up my lessons here before the exam
Dressed up near it ,in my tuxedo for the prom
Each day through the window saw the sun rise
And welcomed the moon after each days demise
Watched every uncle and aunt pass through the gate
Even Peter's funeral ,the view I would always hate
Watched the birds traversing the skies
And the aunties chatting about something secret lies the spies
Watched my mum watering the plants that bore no money
And my father trying to fix the scooter that was worth no penny
My sister when she was twelve
Casting the spell on the creature that never dwelled
Sanya calling me to go the park each evening
For the games we played that had no meaning
I remember the day when I left my house,
The window I sat on called me twice
Calling me to come back soon to the desk,
To watch more wonders through my little nest
I promised the window to reunite ,
And said it goodbye to return and enjoy the site
#TheInglorious
#review
#prose
#wca #prompt #review #minal
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with scent of flowers.
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with scent of flowers.
#wca #wcp #prompt #review #minal
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with the scent of flowers.
The rain
The rain brings rest
Dark clouds hover for days
The Sun evades the clouds
Then, one night, rain falls
In torrents, drenching the
Dreamy earth. The farmers
Get busy dressing the moist
Earth for weeks. All the while
The earth is at rest, having
Another ritual bath of the
Year. How relaxed and cute
She grows, like a blossomed
Maiden, ready to be shy.
And the drops glide down her
Feet, with the scent of flowers.
Poem: Will
Every day and every night
I walk alone
And start to fight
With the life's claws and deadly nails
With its perpetual untamed might.
I walk and walk in the rain.
And keep bearing the despaired pain
As agony is must for a gain
Blurred gets my vision
And my sight
Can only pray to God,
As it is my only right.
#AbhinabaDutta #wca #wcp #review
Every day and every night
I walk alone
And start to fight
With the life's claws and deadly nails
With its perpetual untamed might.
I walk and walk in the rain.
And keep bearing the despaired pain
As agony is must for a gain
Blurred gets my vision
And my sight
Can only pray to God,
As it is my only right.
#AbhinabaDutta #wca #wcp #review
THE INVISIBLE RAIN
26 June 2008, Thursday
A long day at work. Exhaustion all over my body. Reluctant to drive, I headed towards the parking lot, only to find my car missing. After some panicking and calming down, it struck me that I didn't bring my car to work. (Mind, where you at?)
My partner wanted it, and I gave in, not before he played the "I'm back from a long voyage" card.
So, after a quick scan for cabs (to my luck, I found none!), I decided to exploit every citizens' right - public transport.
Found no buses in the closest bus stop despite waiting for quite some time. Grew impatient, and decided to just walk back home.
Started pouring down heavily - not the normal rains everyone experiences, but the kind that inverts your umbrella. Managed to reach a shelter and waited the rain out.
Heard a man call out to me from far. To my surprise, he was without an umbrella or any sort of protection against the rain, and so were everyone else.
Soon, he was so close to me that I could hear his moustache whistle everytime he spoke. He used the choicest of words to abuse and judge me. Asked me why I was gesturing holding an umbrella, and if I was trying to con people. Clueless, I replied in negation and pointed out to the pouring rain. The words became no less kinder, only this time, by more like him, followed by pushing me out of the shelter, claiming it to be only for 'sane people'.
So, there I was, helpless, chattering like a monkey, out in the rain, with an umbrella that started wearing out, only wishing they could empathize with my life.
A second life that I led - a schizophrenic one.
I must've convinced myself a million times - before I headed out in *my* rain - just because they don't see what I see doesn't make me any more insane, or them, any less sane.
If only they could understand.
If only they chose to visualize the seemingly invisible rain.
If only they would not see me as an outcast, or get intimidated by me.
If only...
#wca #wcp #diaryentry #journal #review #vb
26 June 2008, Thursday
A long day at work. Exhaustion all over my body. Reluctant to drive, I headed towards the parking lot, only to find my car missing. After some panicking and calming down, it struck me that I didn't bring my car to work. (Mind, where you at?)
My partner wanted it, and I gave in, not before he played the "I'm back from a long voyage" card.
So, after a quick scan for cabs (to my luck, I found none!), I decided to exploit every citizens' right - public transport.
Found no buses in the closest bus stop despite waiting for quite some time. Grew impatient, and decided to just walk back home.
Started pouring down heavily - not the normal rains everyone experiences, but the kind that inverts your umbrella. Managed to reach a shelter and waited the rain out.
Heard a man call out to me from far. To my surprise, he was without an umbrella or any sort of protection against the rain, and so were everyone else.
Soon, he was so close to me that I could hear his moustache whistle everytime he spoke. He used the choicest of words to abuse and judge me. Asked me why I was gesturing holding an umbrella, and if I was trying to con people. Clueless, I replied in negation and pointed out to the pouring rain. The words became no less kinder, only this time, by more like him, followed by pushing me out of the shelter, claiming it to be only for 'sane people'.
So, there I was, helpless, chattering like a monkey, out in the rain, with an umbrella that started wearing out, only wishing they could empathize with my life.
A second life that I led - a schizophrenic one.
I must've convinced myself a million times - before I headed out in *my* rain - just because they don't see what I see doesn't make me any more insane, or them, any less sane.
If only they could understand.
If only they chose to visualize the seemingly invisible rain.
If only they would not see me as an outcast, or get intimidated by me.
If only...
#wca #wcp #diaryentry #journal #review #vb
WHEN I MISS YOU
When I miss you,
I become like the earth without the sun.
A child without fun
Cold and dark.
For I miss your royal smile's spark
My hearts beats in a frozen cage,
As my soul turns to a blank page,
Where once upon its mate's beautiful face stayed.
Life can be poisonous
And death venomous
But you are the antidote
To both.
When I miss you,
I wear sadness like a smile
And confuse eternity with a while.
I guess all I want to say is this;
That it's hard not to be with you,
When all I think of is you.
#wca #wcp #diaryentry #journal #review #vb
When I miss you,
I become like the earth without the sun.
A child without fun
Cold and dark.
For I miss your royal smile's spark
My hearts beats in a frozen cage,
As my soul turns to a blank page,
Where once upon its mate's beautiful face stayed.
Life can be poisonous
And death venomous
But you are the antidote
To both.
When I miss you,
I wear sadness like a smile
And confuse eternity with a while.
I guess all I want to say is this;
That it's hard not to be with you,
When all I think of is you.
#wca #wcp #diaryentry #journal #review #vb
WHEN I MISS YOU
When I miss you,
I become like the earth without the sun.
A child without fun
Cold and dark.
For I miss your royal smile's spark
My hearts beats in a frozen cage,
As my soul turns to a blank page,
Where once upon its mate's beautiful face stayed.
Life can be poisonous
And death venomous
But you are the antidote
To both.
When I miss you,
I wear sadness like a smile
And confuse eternity with a while.
I guess all I want to say is this;
That it's hard not to be with you,
When all I think of is you.
#diaryentry #journal #review #vb
When I miss you,
I become like the earth without the sun.
A child without fun
Cold and dark.
For I miss your royal smile's spark
My hearts beats in a frozen cage,
As my soul turns to a blank page,
Where once upon its mate's beautiful face stayed.
Life can be poisonous
And death venomous
But you are the antidote
To both.
When I miss you,
I wear sadness like a smile
And confuse eternity with a while.
I guess all I want to say is this;
That it's hard not to be with you,
When all I think of is you.
#diaryentry #journal #review #vb
The Gone Girl
Long blond hair ,much to die for,
Only one woman, who got me to shore,
Soon enough I saw her, she closed the door,
Too big of her devil's smile,
That I can't see ,due to the umbrella she hold,
Beautiful girl gone with the wind,
But she hides the Bellona in her spirit,
Neither she is an Ambivalent nor a Somnambulist,
But yes she is a daughter, yes she is a wife,
But this world forget about the suffer of her neonatal.
So what she can do ,where she go,
This gone girl can world let it go,
And live in a world without placebo.
#NG #review
#wcpp #wca
Long blond hair ,much to die for,
Only one woman, who got me to shore,
Soon enough I saw her, she closed the door,
Too big of her devil's smile,
That I can't see ,due to the umbrella she hold,
Beautiful girl gone with the wind,
But she hides the Bellona in her spirit,
Neither she is an Ambivalent nor a Somnambulist,
But yes she is a daughter, yes she is a wife,
But this world forget about the suffer of her neonatal.
So what she can do ,where she go,
This gone girl can world let it go,
And live in a world without placebo.
#NG #review
#wcpp #wca
Dear rain,
You have given us beautiful memories,
From playing football in park,
To school’s rainy day stories.
From dancing freely with girl,
To crying after breakup with arms curled!
From drinking tea at those stalls,
To moments with friends which we recall.
Always be such beautiful my queen!!
#wca #themodernsaint #saurabh12 #review
You have given us beautiful memories,
From playing football in park,
To school’s rainy day stories.
From dancing freely with girl,
To crying after breakup with arms curled!
From drinking tea at those stalls,
To moments with friends which we recall.
Always be such beautiful my queen!!
#wca #themodernsaint #saurabh12 #review
INDEPENDENCE
73 years of Independence alright,
But are we truly free?
In an era where misogyny prevails,
Feminine confidence considered frail.
Heaps of patriarchy leaves its trail,
All diverging roads to equality fail.
In an era where the poor are to sleep hungry,
Whilst the rich decide the fate of the country.
The pleasantest of climates turning sultry,
Effortlessly ignored by all and sundry.
In an era where shoes depict personalities,
Where looks weigh more than capabilities.
The prevailing trends lead to insanity,
Setting standards, erasing familiarities.
In an era where objectifying is "cool",
Humans, though not animals, drool.
Labelling, branding are all man's tools,
One who thinks otherwise is a "fool".
In an era where depression is profound,
Where mental issues are silently crowned.
Our lives constantly chased by greyhounds,
By judgemental stereotypes, we're bound.
73 years of Independence alright,
But when do we end this spree?
#poem #review #vb
73 years of Independence alright,
But are we truly free?
In an era where misogyny prevails,
Feminine confidence considered frail.
Heaps of patriarchy leaves its trail,
All diverging roads to equality fail.
In an era where the poor are to sleep hungry,
Whilst the rich decide the fate of the country.
The pleasantest of climates turning sultry,
Effortlessly ignored by all and sundry.
In an era where shoes depict personalities,
Where looks weigh more than capabilities.
The prevailing trends lead to insanity,
Setting standards, erasing familiarities.
In an era where objectifying is "cool",
Humans, though not animals, drool.
Labelling, branding are all man's tools,
One who thinks otherwise is a "fool".
In an era where depression is profound,
Where mental issues are silently crowned.
Our lives constantly chased by greyhounds,
By judgemental stereotypes, we're bound.
73 years of Independence alright,
But when do we end this spree?
#poem #review #vb
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#wca #wcp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Author's note: The above poem is my submission to the activity and so I had to cut it short to keep to the word limit. Find below, the full poem, if you are interested:
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Title: Just Another Thunderstorm
Helpless I may be, to stop this thunderstorm,
One obstacle after another, that is just my life's norm!
Will is my umbrella, that shall keep me from being drenched in this rain,
Until this pitter patter can do nothing but go down the drain!
I shall fight this as I have, all that had tried to do me harm
And when the water gets high enough to drown,
Then too I shall swim against the waves of damn, till I find a platform,
To hold onto until I get back to my fighting form!
It cannot take away, all that I cherish!
I shall keep my strength until this storm itself shall perish!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran