Teardrops from Heaven



The assemblage of mist laments,
The humans’ malice and torments,

The rains are their tears
Piercing the atmosphere,

And while humans are busy
Avoiding the rain effusively,

Peacocks dance in the jungle,
Making nature-dwellers’ thirst quenchable,

While rain falls, I ponder
How many of these would fall into dark holes yonder,

And how many of these would make it onto
A necklace laced with pearls of highest value.


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A Minuscule's Tale

Sheesh, obviously being a Minuscule Person is not tough enough in this godforsaken World of Giants. They just have to make it more dramatic by letting the sky show its might with this damn downpouring rain in the middle of the night huh?

Figures. They don't know that I'm the personification of tough itself. I AM Tough, by name and by nature. Thankfully the moon is shining brightly tonight, else I have to activate my laser-induced Torching Eyelight, of which the Others would kill just to see it from afar, believe me.

Unimpressed much? Tell you what, see these tattoos? These telltale markings were designed by none other than the Great Eminum himself. Hah, now we're talking!

So they should know that, dainty though I may look, this intimidation show is nothing to me. I may be no bigger than a puddle but never will I stumble.

Because this is me- I'm Tough. Umbrella or no.

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Basking in the rain

Capricious the sky looks deceiving,
With the thunder clouts shouting.
Agreement of the drops with the cumulonimbus is broken,
And the rain hits to quench the thirst of the parched barron.

Heavenly arrows releive the pain of the mother,
Which made her sick to the point of shedding tears.
While I walk through the rain saving my head,
I could the see the kids basking in the mud.

Thunder roars louder anouncing the upcoming spring,
The lotus leaves savour the pearls and the nature blings,
Every soul in the nature is happy fledgling and absconding,
The nature itself is overwhelmed and in the rain busy basking.

Walking in the rain...
Having the pain....

With a smile.....
For a while....

Let me listen
To the whistle

These raindrops
Are full of life
Let me see how
They look like

I am in blunder
What a slander

Who said love
Is rain
Can you feel
The pain

Well love and rain are different
Don't compare them 😂😂😂
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I have tried 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hello everyone, is this a prose?

"Orion"

I grew up in the city where stories have double meanings that make you ponder even you don't intend to. Growing up as a child, I am one of those children that can't help to look in the sky saying, Hey, that's a beautiful sky!

One night, my brother introduced me to Orion. Ever since that night happened, I always look up in the night sky; checking if Orion's there. When I've gone to a city to go on a summer vacation, Orion's wasn't there. I don't like my summer there, so I will try to see the sky if it was there to cheer me up. One time on that summer, I saw Orion again. It was very bright like it was saying, I was here all the time you are just ignorant, child.

Ever since then, even if I don't see it in my bare eyes, it's always there to comfort me across the sky. Orion has been the story that has a double meaning that I didn't intended to ponder all my life.

In Love With Death

I am crying to release myself
From the shackles of death;
My tears are turning into vapors
Against my warm cheeks
That are burning because of
The salt in my oozing sweat.
I am barely able to take a step;
And yet I am pushed to walk
To feel the bruising pain of
The fetters around my ankles.

Holding an old and rusty cup
Of a few gulps of dirty water,
And walking with clumsy steps,
With my hands inside the cuffs:
Which are designed such that
The fingers turn hard and stiff;
They cannot clasp anything
Except for heavy rocks of burden.
After a lifetime of carrying them
I am thrown in a deserted land
Like an unfed defenseless animal.
My mouth is parched of thirst,
And I cannot even bring the cup
To my lips as it cuts my wrists
That will make me bleed to death.

I want to take a few breaths
To live a few moments more,
Even in this dying hope
To get a glimpse of you.
Because you know my darling,
You are worth dying for.
Even a hazy memory of you
Adds a drop of life in me.

It is time; I surrender to death
By getting fed into the inferno.
I shout and scream for mercy;
My screeching throat tears open
Until it exudes tiny drops of blood;
But they are vaporized instantly
Due to the blaze of the raging fire.
But something flashed before my eyes
A moment before my last breath;
Then I smiled and embraced my end.

With you always by my side,
I was never left alone!
You were my guardian angel.
So I was not unfortunate after all:
To have no bonds, no memories,
No sorrows, no joys, no love -
A life without struggles or feelings!
If I had absolutely nothing to lose,
I would have left empty-handed
With nothing to leave behind,
Except for loneliness and regret.
Instead, I realized how lucky I was:
With my share of love and joy,
I had something precious to lose,
Something which I left behind;
That made my life worth living.

© Amit Herlekar

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Preparations for marriage was on, everyone was involved with works. Maya was intense inside sad about the wedding, sitting alone in the room. Maya is the only daughter of her parents.
Her dad was rummaging for her, saw her sitting quietly in the corner of the room.
Dad screamed " Maya! What happened? "
(Maya was trying to hide her tears)
Maya sadly answered back, " nothing dad I am fine!"
Dad sat beside her, kept his hand on Maya's head
Dad mumbled " you are lying from me! You were crying right, why you were crying my child. Do you need anything, my princess!"
Maya exclaimed" Dad! I want to be with you and mom! I do not want to marry, I do not want to leave you two alone"
Dad smilingly said" oh my Princess! Every girl has to leave their parents home one day, its rule. You will soon go to your real home, this is not your home after marriage. I and your mom are not alone. you do not need to worry!"
Maya started crying again and replied" no dad! This is my home! I have memories of my childhood here, I grew up here.
Dad, I want to be your son. I want to be with you and mom always. I will earn and live with y'all"
Dad started wiping her tears, said " Maya every girl has to go one day, you need to live with him happily in your home. You can come and meet us whenever you want! If you do not marry, people will talk bad about you. Suresh likes you. He will take care of you nicely"
Maya said sadly " daddy I will miss you and mom very much. After marriage, you two will not treat me as a guest in this house. This is my home and will be always"
Dad laughingly replied" yes my princess! Do you remember in childhood you always kept prince doll always with you, saying he will come to take you one day! Tomorrow is that day, your prince will come to take you with him."
Maya hugged daddy and said," dad you will be my prince always" ...
By aira.
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Title:
SPIRITUALITY

Many define spirituality on how they find peace (inner and outer), awakening their senses, minimal use of resources, not hurting others and in many other ways. But spirituality is not just something that one can attain and say I am spiritual.

In order to understand Spirituality one must first understand the "Atma-the spirit", which is the source of all that we do and who all we actually are.

Spirit or Aatma is the one that does everything, the" jiva " that is so important for our survival is nothing but a small part of our body called "atrium node" that regulate the "jivan or life" which is further at the behest of the 'Spirit or the Aatma'.

Spirit is the closest possible thing one can relate to the smallest but the most important particle in the universe and yet the most important. Some thinkers believe even this universe has its its own "Spirit or Aatma".

So coming to Spirituality we can think of it as our "Spirit or Aatma" becoming one or attaining resonance with the Spirit of universe, or become one with the "Aatma" of the universe.

Our consciousnesses or the 'Jiva' should not think otherwise of other's 'Jiva' when we have attained spirituality rather we should think of it as a part of the same large spiritual awareness of the Universe .

Hence the peace , the oneness with God, the openness to all the universal energy , the respect for everything in the universe all comes along as we attain Spirituality.

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If I could but write a story worth more than a picture of a thousand words
If I could but pen a letter mightier than hundreds of swords
If I could but ink out a tale that would be forever told
If I could but tell a lie that would make you forget the truth you hold
Maybe, maybe I wouldn't have died at all

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Title: THE SIX PATHS OF PAIN


Here , I am sharing something that I believe in , it might contain some religious beliefs and preaching but it's not meant to hurt someone.

Please allow me to present before you
THE SIX PATHS OF PAIN

The contents are both my own and excerpts from other platforms

(1) - Deva Path -
This path is the topmost path / realm the Aatma or the spirit can be reborn into or walk upon . This realm has all the luxuries but it's painful cause it makes your soul feel too blessed to be close to the "Superior being" that the "Aatma" seeks. It takes you farther from path that one must tread to achieve 'Moksha'. It cauaes Aatma to be reincarnated again to some other realm based on the Karma In the birth cycle of Aatma.
Devas suffer from pride and knowledge that their long lives and powers will not prevent their eventual rebirth.
(2) - Asura Path.
It is the another path or realm, the Aatma can be reborn into. This is the most painful and scariest path of reincarnation causes all the hellish actions are bound to happen in this realm that cause reincarnation into one of the realms again to force the Aatma to go through the pain again. Also the activities of this realm creatures is said to affect the peace and livelihood of other realm.
The asuras have power like the Devas but lack knowledge and hence suffer through violence.

(3) - Human Path.

Human realm is painful in the sense that the action comprise of all the cognitive action , the human has the ability to reason and hence must follow the path of spiritual awakening or at least do so and attain Moksha- become one with the superior being. If the aatma could not attain moksha in this realm it has to repeat the entire cycle or rebirths and go through all suffering again.

(4) - Animal Path.
This is the realm where the aamta only is reborn to eat, sleep, and reproduce. This is realm is also not considered good cause the creatures are said to be forced to pray on others for food.
This reals suffers from lack of cognition, instinct to survive, ignorant of what is happening to them.
(5) - Preta Path
This reincarnation of the Aatma in this realm is due to the 'Moh' or aasakti for some incomplete desires and the suffering . limitless aasakti cause Aatma is not able to set it free from the rebirth into the same realm again and again.
The Pretas suffer from never ending thirst and hunger.
(6) - Naraka Path
This is the path the Aatma should tread where the Aatma is supposed to pay for all bad it has done in any of the realms. This is the most painful realm where the "king of hell_ Yama" punishes Aatma for its sins to be reborn into a higher realm.

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#Ansh #review #story CHAPTER 1
CHICAGO ERRAND

KNOCK-KNOCK.
“Come in”, said Lakshay in an irritated tone as he prepared to leave “Soldier Field” where he had a part in a charity concert & was now was packing his stuff. He turned around to witness a tall, well-built man; he had a dense mustache that a man with his stature could pull off with ease and was wearing a dark green T-Shirt paired with plain blue jeans.
Lakshay stopped his packing abruptly and while keeping his bag slowly on the table near him, examined the man from the corner of his eye, while picking his thin full-frame silver spectacles from the table simultaneously with his left hand.
“Who are you? and…”
He stopped before completing his sentence, which he did though end in his mind to himself. Doubt and fear struck him, "How did he manage to get in without alerting the security?”. He quickly dismissed the thought, gathered himself together and stood upright with his spine straight and shoulders broadened to create a pseudo impression of strength, preparing to speak again, but this time with a more deep and commanding tone.
“Who are you? And what do you want?”
The man finally broke his silence and with a childish enthusiasm, said, “I am one of your biggest fans!” he continued stammering in excitement, “No, No… I AM, YOUR BIGGEST FAN!”.
Lakshay could now clearly see the name of one of his hit albums, “DUE LOVE” printed on his T-shirt. Lakshay had gained popularity in recent times when his new album made it to the hit charts in the States.
He knew that this guy could be one of many new innocent fans out there, but he didn’t ignore the fact that this fan had knowingly or unknowingly breached security & hence it was very clear in Lakshay’s mind that he can’t be trusted as he had read about these maniacs who would do messed up things to their idols in fiction, and he indeed wanted these stories to remain fictional for him. Therefore, he decided to play along with this FAN, with whom he was at present in this 6x6 meter room with no exit other than the door at which the man himself stood. With whom, he did not stand a chance in a brawl. So, he thought of a plan.
Politely Lakshay began "That's nice of you, where are you from…” saying this Lakshay noticed a notebook and pen in his hands and continued speaking while motioning with his hands to ask for the notebook and pen “pass your notebook, let me sign it for you” waiting for a response, Lakshay stretched out his right hand towards the man. The FAN, with a little delay, smiled and passed the notebook with the pen to Lakshay and continued with a sudden surge of enthusiasm…

#Ansh #review “Sir, I'd like to show you my ride, you’ll dig the custom paint job with all of your famous songs decaled on its hood.”
Lakshay immediately blurted out, “No! I’m really tired, I’d like to head home as soon as possible”
As soon as Lakshay spoke this out, a sudden regret hit him like a small electric shock from a malfunctioning switch, as his subconscious mind shouted, “Play along you dumbass, you can’t get this hulk upset” and finally fear overtook him, and his left hand started to shake hysterically and to prevent it from being noticed, he grabbed onto the table’s edge with all his strength. But the words had already been spoken, it was too late to take them back. All that was left to be done was to wait for Mr. hulk’s response.
To his surprise, the man said more politely almost near edging begging it seemed, "Sir I know your time is precious, plus you’re tired but I came all the way from Toronto just to see you perform & now that I got a chance to meet you, I didn't want to waste this opportunity to showcase my love for you & your unique music, though if you'd like to leave I won't stop you”.
Lakshay breathing a silent sight of relief threw a fake smile at him & directed his right hand towards the door saying, “After you”.
Lakshay was cautious not to fall for the polite tone, as his intuition still told him that the man was a maniac of sorts considering his sudden mood swings. Lakshay again started to formulate a plan. He knew that there would at least one more person out there in the arena, although he expected a crowd but he considered the worst possible scenario, he would somehow catch their attention and point at the big elephant in the room and make the craziest of facial expressions to show his distress and beg for help and then the job would be done, in his heart, he just wanted to see one of his security personnel out there, that would make his life a lot easier.
Lakshay while handing the notebook and pen back to the man and picking up his bag asked, "Where have you parked your car, the bag is quite heavy so…"
The man with a excitedly said, “Thank god I managed to park it right outside”.
Lakshay thought “right outside!?”, it didn’t make sense but he had no choice but to bow down and follow the man or the FAN as he calls himself. Lakshay felt more worried, as right outside meant that there wasn’t going to be a lot walking to the car and hence less time to grab attention.
“Damn it”. Akshay thought to himself.
As soon as lakshay came out of the room, he turned left and froze, his mind and body were paralyzed, for as far as his eyes could see there wasn’t a single soul in sight. It was worse than his imagination of the worst scenario. As Lakshay was staring straight into the darkness he saw smoke rising from the right side of his view. He squinted to focus towards the origin of smoke and saw fire at the far end of the field in the woods. Suddenly, he was able to make out where everybody went to entertain themselves but the question in his mind was, “Even both the security guards?”. That too, without informing him! And he started to ponder over the selfishness of humans. He had already experienced his fair share of betrayal, which now has molded his personality, now he dreads forging friendships and has trouble trusting people. This experience added another nail to the wall.

#Ansh #review Lakshay quickly turned towards the right as he remembered about the hulk figured man and saw one of his guards lying unconscious with blood dripping out of a hole in his neck.
Lakshay quickly lifted his head but saw no sign of the hitman just a car, with no sign of any passengers or driver. Suddenly, the bells in his head rung and his mind shouted just one thing to him, “RUN!!!”. He kept his right hand on his mouth and turned in the opposite direction to run but as soon as he turned he got a hard blow straight to his stomach, the punch knocked the wind out of him and when he gasped for air, a hand covered his face drenched in some liquid unknown to him. Then, in a matter of seconds he lost control of his body and fell on the ground. Falling face-first on hard concrete must have been painful but he was too dazed to feel it.
Lakshay, staring at the night sky with slowly fading vision, mumbled, “You… you were my biggest FAN?”.

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Title:

Wicked, tainted feelings

Silver lining in the cloud has disappeared,
Wind that soothed the wound has run stale,
Sun that gave life has started to scorch the greens,
Water that ran free on land has turned stagnant,
Sky that was endless has been confined to window panes,
Once most beautiful views have turned to eyesore,
Living dead has been roaming the parched land,
Piousness of the saints has turned to infatuations,
Crosses of the priest now preach the devil,
Pastures have turned to graveyards for the bovines,
All hope that once existed has turned to the desert of ashes,
Dreams of the innocent are no longer pure,
Curses now seem more pure than the blessings,
Death seems more real than the living,
All beings seek to quench the thirst for blood,
Trees no longer bear the fruit of taste,
All this chaos,and still peace finds the conch that would cast it loud,
Pain is soothing as it still is the best teacher,
Despair is comforting as it is still pious to its preaching for the evil,
Poison is more realistic than the medicine,
Thorns still stand tall to guard the beautiful,
Fool seems more innocent than the dreadful genius,
Facts fade fast than the lie in the face of truth,
And still there is peace in every ounce of pain wrecking the nerves,
Wounds heal as the soul is more hurtful,
No end to this atrocious sea of thoughts haunting every minute,
For the soul is real , the pain is real but the man is void, so they say...

The day you left,
I deleted the word love off my dictionary.

I stopped reading love.
I stopped watching love.
I stopped writing love.
I stopped talking love.
I stopped feeling love.
I just stopped believing in love.

That word sickened me,
it peirced me like a thousand pins.
Cause I always associated love
with you,
the love, which you threw into the bin.

I locked myself into a cocoon,
a place of lie.
I starting believing that there was no love
and would just cry.

The isolation started to kill,
my thoughts and my will.

I started wandering
in dreams.
Looking for you,
I'd shout and scream.

When I found no solace
with anyone on earth.
I decided to opt for
a rebirth.

I wished for you
in my next life.
You'd be my man,
I'd be your wife.

With these thoughts
in my mind.
Around my neck,
a noose I twined.

Cause when you left,
you shattered my love
and my motive to live.

I'll see you in my
next life,
waiting to be
your wife.

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#Ansh #review #story Chapter 2
The Drive

The FAN now carried Lakshay’s limp body to the front passenger seat which felt more dead than alive. Though Lakshay hadn’t lost his consciousness yet, his body was completely unresponsive to his will.
The FAN got into the driver seat, turned the engine on & rolled out of the arena without facing any resistance in the way. Noticing Lakshay agitated and scared, the FAN began “You won't lose consciousness, don't be disturbed by that fact. I never intended for you to”. A few minutes of driving around & Lakshay had given in to the situation & was now in a far calmer state. He knew he only had one of his body’s faculties on his side, his brain. And he had to put that to work to have any chance to get out of this mess. In hopes to get something out of this man and use against him, Lakshay asked meakly, " What is your name?" The FAN smirked while keeping his eyes on the road. He spoke after a pause, interrupting the sound of the roaring engine, "You’ve been dumb enough not to ask for it before, you didn't even bother to ask for an ID. Cos of you I feel stupid to take the pain of forging those fakes.'' After a pause, he continued, "By the way, I'm still not gonna give you my name for obvious reasons… which come to think of it, might not be so obvious to you. But you can call me Robb".

Every word that left his mouth and every taunt, starting with the smirk. hammered Lakshay’s ego to the ground, also, his self-respect to an extent. More so, his ego, due to his superiority complex that came from his fame and the assumption that he wasn't susceptible to anything like this on account of his common sense. The thoughts caused him to shudder & crushed his soul as he had failed to save himself from this crisis and had let himself down. A sense failure graved his soul.

Lakshay was forced out of his world by the sound of honking. “Cars… No. Trucks!” he thought as he became conscious of his thoughts and asked with a dull thin voice, like that of a defeated man, "Where are we?, followed by silence from Robb. He asked again with his ever-constant flimsy and remorseful voice, "Where are we?... You can tell me as I can’t do anything anyways", although Lakshay had a bleak belief he could and was looking for a window to cash on.

Robb finally replied, "The harbour. Sir." Lakshay blurted out in shock, "Harbour! why?! What do you want from me?". Robb threatened him animatedly with demanding tonality that caught Lakshay off guard, "Well, for now you play along and try to not act smart in front of the dock security, or else...", he pulled out a GLOCK-19 from the back pocket of his jeans and pressed its muzzle against the back of Lakshay’s neck.

An awareness of doom impending; alert to take cover,
A sense of something missing; yearning for discover,
A roll of scenes playing; one after another,
Agonising probabilities threatening; denied to take over,
A veil of hope looming; down in a shudder.

~Such is the ordeal of waiting.

Trying to get a grasp on rational reality
Gasping for strands of sensible sanity
Mind over matter.
Faith over fear.

It's okay.
I'll be waiting here.
Forever.


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Good noon everyone...
Us.

I want you to be the ashes, when time halts,
free flowing or perverse as they all call.
And I'd be the wind, insanely romantic
Following your every spec like a half of a mad couplet!
This body is an instrument,
to satiate our needs.
once we are out,
we'd be free.
Never to burn again,
Never to be captured,
EVER!

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The Choice In The Void

The reason to fight
Against the geysers of
Frustration and fatigue
Is inflating into a giant balloon
While the emptiness is
Waiting, and watching anxiously:
To know whether it will be
Filled by happiness or sorrow.

Happiness is not a chance offered,
Nor a dice to play in the game of luck;
But a choice - a very conscious one,
That has to be made on what is wished for.
Because even in nothingness,
Like the ticking time bomb,
The moments could be lost, forever;
So it is the choice that decides
Whether those moments turn into
Priceless memories or worthless regrets.

The devil is a watchful predator
That is also consciously waiting
To pounce upon the void
And forge a throne for itself
With a sole purpose of
Hunting down the moments
And turning them into nightmares.

In spite of this awareness,
It's a hard choice to make!

© Amit Herlekar

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I never seen you here before
You look like someone that I wanna know
Caught you lookin' right into my eyes
And there's a tension that we can't deny

We can find compromise
Maybe we can hit the floor
Because something is happening and i can’t ignore

It’s nice to find something new
I am tired from the routine here
You caught my eyes, once you entered the main door

This Night is getting better and better
Maybe it is the best one ever
The music louder
And everything is getting hotter
Like the world is telling me to go say hi
Out of conscious my legs already took me there
You turned taking my breath away when you looked into my eyes
Too shy to speak you already asked if you could take the dance
Everything went mute with your hands on my waist like we started floating
A breath down my neck and everything felt sober again
Your touch made me forget everything.
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Hold on


Pause and ponder how time swiftly pass by
Feels like it's just a week but years have gone by
Realistic dreams and illusions are segregated as you grow
You learn to value and cherish moments you never thought it will bring you smiles
Lost friendships and heartbreaks comes in intervals
But time mend our hearts in mysterious ways
The greatest healer so they say
So hold on to your dreams and keep navigating
Keep your perseverance and determination intact
For what is life without dreams
Hold on for every dusk is a harbinger of a new dawn
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