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.
#poem #everyone #review #AS
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.
#poem #everyone #review #AS
#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.
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
It's okay.
I'll be waiting here.
Forever.
#NisforAnne
#review
#poetry
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.
#NisforAnne
#review
#poetry
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!
#thewordgenie #review
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!
#thewordgenie #review
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
#poetry #review
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
#poetry #review
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.
#review
#poem
#poetry
#JE
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.
#review
#poem
#poetry
#JE
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
#review
#Kinojimz
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
#review
#Kinojimz
Death
The word Death always strikes fear in the minds of people, fills it with thoughts of mourning,pain, bereavement, caprice and physical loss. However Death is the one of the truth that nobody has ever been able to avert or prove wrong. Death is painful to some but happiness for some who believe in the spirituality and immortality of the soul and the never ending cycle of rebirth until one finds the "moksha". Some celebrate death as it helps the soul meet the superior being which some of us call "the Creator or the God".
But what is death really? This question has been answered by many in different ways
"Death is the cessation of all biological functions that sustain a living organism. Phenomena which commonly bring about death include aging, predation, poisoning, malnutrition, disease, suicide, homicide, drug intoxication, starvation, dehydration, and accidents or major trauma resulting in fatal injury."
"In Buddhist doctrine and practice, death plays an important role. Awareness of death was what motivated Prince Siddhartha to strive to find the "deathless" and finally to attain enlightenment. In Buddhist doctrine, death functions as a reminder of the value of having been born as a human being."
In Hindu Mythology death has been been describe as the soul becoming from the bonds of consciousness, bodily functions, relationships of materialistic world, disconnect from the senses only to be reborn again in a new holding entity.
There have been many instances where people have been declared dead but returned to life only to die again.
Hence this gives us one truth that
"Death is inevitable".
However death is one event that helps us understand that nothing will remain forever, every living being is going to perish someday.
Nothing can stop the death from getting to you but we should not be afraid of it as it is the same as birth and other events bound by limitations of time , place and cause.
#review
#Sagar
#article
The word Death always strikes fear in the minds of people, fills it with thoughts of mourning,pain, bereavement, caprice and physical loss. However Death is the one of the truth that nobody has ever been able to avert or prove wrong. Death is painful to some but happiness for some who believe in the spirituality and immortality of the soul and the never ending cycle of rebirth until one finds the "moksha". Some celebrate death as it helps the soul meet the superior being which some of us call "the Creator or the God".
But what is death really? This question has been answered by many in different ways
"Death is the cessation of all biological functions that sustain a living organism. Phenomena which commonly bring about death include aging, predation, poisoning, malnutrition, disease, suicide, homicide, drug intoxication, starvation, dehydration, and accidents or major trauma resulting in fatal injury."
"In Buddhist doctrine and practice, death plays an important role. Awareness of death was what motivated Prince Siddhartha to strive to find the "deathless" and finally to attain enlightenment. In Buddhist doctrine, death functions as a reminder of the value of having been born as a human being."
In Hindu Mythology death has been been describe as the soul becoming from the bonds of consciousness, bodily functions, relationships of materialistic world, disconnect from the senses only to be reborn again in a new holding entity.
There have been many instances where people have been declared dead but returned to life only to die again.
Hence this gives us one truth that
"Death is inevitable".
However death is one event that helps us understand that nothing will remain forever, every living being is going to perish someday.
Nothing can stop the death from getting to you but we should not be afraid of it as it is the same as birth and other events bound by limitations of time , place and cause.
#review
#Sagar
#article
#review
JULIET
I have been looking searching and waiting for you
I started my journey having faith
That someday I'll find my day,my lady
I know this day is not too late
For love to come way..
I have searched for you
Up and down
Through briars and brambles hoping I'll find you Juliet
I searched for love at the sea shore scouring each tide high and low
When a wave carried me away
I almost drowned in the undertow
I searched love in the desert shifting the sand through my fingers
Burned by the sun i chocked from the thirst
I searched for love among the ruins
Of heartbreaks i overcome .
I found no trace all was gone
In the wilderness
Up in sky and below
I looked, i searched for you
Not a single dream was left to claim
For they say;
You can't know what falling in love feels till you
Experience it yourself
For it was not in my head but deep in my heart
When i see you
I promise to love you for every moment of forever
And when everything else crumbles and fades away
I'll never stop
Loving and caring down to the core
Treat you as such a queen you are
Where are you
Oh my Juliet😢
All the pain I have to bear
In search of you
Brokenhearted and tears
Shattered dreams and a fragile soul
I have come to bear
What is love if it's not real
Shading my heart with shades of blue
Saving all my tears
Just to look for a love that's true
Taking all the risk
Walking through a lonely path
I know it's all I have
And there's nothing I can do
But to Look for true Love
To look you
My Juliet
Written by
Symon Saich
#the_modern_romeo
Art of Heart Poetry
©2020
JULIET
I have been looking searching and waiting for you
I started my journey having faith
That someday I'll find my day,my lady
I know this day is not too late
For love to come way..
I have searched for you
Up and down
Through briars and brambles hoping I'll find you Juliet
I searched for love at the sea shore scouring each tide high and low
When a wave carried me away
I almost drowned in the undertow
I searched love in the desert shifting the sand through my fingers
Burned by the sun i chocked from the thirst
I searched for love among the ruins
Of heartbreaks i overcome .
I found no trace all was gone
In the wilderness
Up in sky and below
I looked, i searched for you
Not a single dream was left to claim
For they say;
You can't know what falling in love feels till you
Experience it yourself
For it was not in my head but deep in my heart
When i see you
I promise to love you for every moment of forever
And when everything else crumbles and fades away
I'll never stop
Loving and caring down to the core
Treat you as such a queen you are
Where are you
Oh my Juliet😢
All the pain I have to bear
In search of you
Brokenhearted and tears
Shattered dreams and a fragile soul
I have come to bear
What is love if it's not real
Shading my heart with shades of blue
Saving all my tears
Just to look for a love that's true
Taking all the risk
Walking through a lonely path
I know it's all I have
And there's nothing I can do
But to Look for true Love
To look you
My Juliet
Written by
Symon Saich
#the_modern_romeo
Art of Heart Poetry
©2020
People come and go
They go with air blow
They just go with the flow
No one was attached to you
Every summer we meet new people
We think it’s for a reason
We never expect treason
But they eventually go
Till the autumn comes
Never notice how hopeless you become
Then you see the eagle fly high
Reminds you how far you can fly
No matter when you gonna die
Its something the eagle successful clarified
Till Winter comes
And the cold nights blow
Sitting by the fireplace
Remembering who left and who didn’t go with the flow for you
People come and go
But the real one won’t let you go
People come and go
The memories come, flashing truth
#poem
#JE
#dont_share
#review
They go with air blow
They just go with the flow
No one was attached to you
Every summer we meet new people
We think it’s for a reason
We never expect treason
But they eventually go
Till the autumn comes
Never notice how hopeless you become
Then you see the eagle fly high
Reminds you how far you can fly
No matter when you gonna die
Its something the eagle successful clarified
Till Winter comes
And the cold nights blow
Sitting by the fireplace
Remembering who left and who didn’t go with the flow for you
People come and go
But the real one won’t let you go
People come and go
The memories come, flashing truth
#poem
#JE
#dont_share
#review
We play this blaming game all the time,
You being victim and me committing the crime.
Everytime I win, I win a new blame.
GOD I hate this roleplay game.
If I refuse to win, I may lose you.
Me struggling to break the friend zone,
You planning to break the friendship and be long gone.
I cannot think of losing you again.
Actually I never found you at first place.
In your second thoughts there is my trace,
All you think is putting me from cradle to grave.
Still carrying the burden of blame even though it too late.
#review #poem
You being victim and me committing the crime.
Everytime I win, I win a new blame.
GOD I hate this roleplay game.
If I refuse to win, I may lose you.
Me struggling to break the friend zone,
You planning to break the friendship and be long gone.
I cannot think of losing you again.
Actually I never found you at first place.
In your second thoughts there is my trace,
All you think is putting me from cradle to grave.
Still carrying the burden of blame even though it too late.
#review #poem
We play this blaming game all the time,
You being victim and me committing the crime.
Everytime I win, I win a new blame.
GOD I hate this roleplay game.
If I refuse to win, I may lose you.
Me struggling to break the friend zone,
You planning to break the friendship and be long gone.
I cannot think of losing you again.
Actually I never found you at first place.
In your second thoughts there is my trace,
All you think is putting me from cradle to grave.
Still carrying the burden of blame even though it too late.
#review #poem
You being victim and me committing the crime.
Everytime I win, I win a new blame.
GOD I hate this roleplay game.
If I refuse to win, I may lose you.
Me struggling to break the friend zone,
You planning to break the friendship and be long gone.
I cannot think of losing you again.
Actually I never found you at first place.
In your second thoughts there is my trace,
All you think is putting me from cradle to grave.
Still carrying the burden of blame even though it too late.
#review #poem
Author's Note: The below poem came from a conversation I had with my friend.
My Friend: You write about such random topics. Can you write a poem about what kind of life partner you want?
Me: I'll try!
And so that's how I got to write this. A quick composition. Incomplete. With just a few points. And if it reads like a matrimonial ad or seems too gauche or icky, I'm sorry😅. Hope you like it!
Title: SoulMate
I just want a simple girl,
Without a fancy twirl, Or a condescending smirk making her lips curl.
Just a little common sense,
And a touch of benevolence.
Her kindness giving her a glowing radiance!
An intelligence that lights her eyes with knowledge,
But not everything is as she thinks, she must acknowledge.
Should love my parents like her own,
Her old family, she needn't abandon or disown.
Fair skin is not all that great I opine,
Isn't gorgeous chocolate skin as tempting as fine wine!
Her past is not at all a problem, she needn't play possum,
For our future to be awesome and our love to blossom!
A magnetic attraction and the thrill of bated anticipation,
Once our eyes meet, after an initial attempt of repression,
Of the inescapable emotions, ranging from hesitation,
To a long awaited internal celebration!
At finally finding the one who moves me to action.
Lest I lose, all meaning to my life, the pain, beyond reason!
Unless I make her mine, and never let any argument or commotion,
No matter the seriousness, become anything more than a minor altercation!
Despite disagreement, if she maintains a soft tone,
And doesn't make me feel overthrown,
I'm willing to atone and build her a throne!
A little caring and our hearts, after some baring,
I'm sure will bring us to a new level of sharing.
When we dream for a common future,
And when even a small parting, feels like an endless torture,
That is when I will be able to checkmate,
Fate's cruel game to keep me from my soulmate!
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
My Friend: You write about such random topics. Can you write a poem about what kind of life partner you want?
Me: I'll try!
And so that's how I got to write this. A quick composition. Incomplete. With just a few points. And if it reads like a matrimonial ad or seems too gauche or icky, I'm sorry😅. Hope you like it!
Title: SoulMate
I just want a simple girl,
Without a fancy twirl, Or a condescending smirk making her lips curl.
Just a little common sense,
And a touch of benevolence.
Her kindness giving her a glowing radiance!
An intelligence that lights her eyes with knowledge,
But not everything is as she thinks, she must acknowledge.
Should love my parents like her own,
Her old family, she needn't abandon or disown.
Fair skin is not all that great I opine,
Isn't gorgeous chocolate skin as tempting as fine wine!
Her past is not at all a problem, she needn't play possum,
For our future to be awesome and our love to blossom!
A magnetic attraction and the thrill of bated anticipation,
Once our eyes meet, after an initial attempt of repression,
Of the inescapable emotions, ranging from hesitation,
To a long awaited internal celebration!
At finally finding the one who moves me to action.
Lest I lose, all meaning to my life, the pain, beyond reason!
Unless I make her mine, and never let any argument or commotion,
No matter the seriousness, become anything more than a minor altercation!
Despite disagreement, if she maintains a soft tone,
And doesn't make me feel overthrown,
I'm willing to atone and build her a throne!
A little caring and our hearts, after some baring,
I'm sure will bring us to a new level of sharing.
When we dream for a common future,
And when even a small parting, feels like an endless torture,
That is when I will be able to checkmate,
Fate's cruel game to keep me from my soulmate!
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
it's very far away from
the atmosphere we live in
it's one of the secret of nature
with the places which are hidden
on the first glance it seems
green carpet beneath the endless trees
traveling around the fairy forest
it feels like flowing in breeze
everything is so beautiful here just like sunset and sunrise
oh god! am I in the paradise?
#review #aarav #poem #everyone
the atmosphere we live in
it's one of the secret of nature
with the places which are hidden
on the first glance it seems
green carpet beneath the endless trees
traveling around the fairy forest
it feels like flowing in breeze
everything is so beautiful here just like sunset and sunrise
oh god! am I in the paradise?
#review #aarav #poem #everyone
Its a bad day to dream...
I never envisaged such a shocking sight...
Oh..no!
Why???!
The moans and calls for momma..😰
He was short of breath.....
But he laid as an helpless warrior..
And now.. my fear..
Not for the dark nights..
Neither for the nigga's family
But for the future before me..
Will I also be killed for my skin colour?😥
Will..a woman from Chicago call me a pollution for dating her daughter?
I'm helpless....
I WANT TO LIVE...
I deserve a better life..not this..
Then I stepped out,with glimmers of hope..
Thinking i'll be able to make my wishes known..
But ....what?!!
They're still there..
Standing ,awaiting a black man to speak and be maimed...
And my fears are awoken...
I'll go back in..
As a helpless thing..
So...what's my assurance for a great future
#poem
#review
I never envisaged such a shocking sight...
Oh..no!
Why???!
The moans and calls for momma..😰
He was short of breath.....
But he laid as an helpless warrior..
And now.. my fear..
Not for the dark nights..
Neither for the nigga's family
But for the future before me..
Will I also be killed for my skin colour?😥
Will..a woman from Chicago call me a pollution for dating her daughter?
I'm helpless....
I WANT TO LIVE...
I deserve a better life..not this..
Then I stepped out,with glimmers of hope..
Thinking i'll be able to make my wishes known..
But ....what?!!
They're still there..
Standing ,awaiting a black man to speak and be maimed...
And my fears are awoken...
I'll go back in..
As a helpless thing..
So...what's my assurance for a great future
#poem
#review
Author's Note: This poem is based on Haritha Senthilkumar's "Need of Roses". All the credit goes to her. I just rewrote it, injecting some of my own emotion and a few lines for better flow and intensification.
Title: Prisoner of Pain/Plea for a Prison Break
It is an era of darkness!
I am confined in this fortress,
Made of agony that drives me to madness,
My tears water the black tree of depression, endless
Till I have no tears left to caress, just a wryness
My fake smiles no longer convincing, because of their dryness
I tried to sink my pain into verses
Hoping for an escape from this illness
But I find no escape from the memories, of the sharpness,
Of your words, that hurt like lashes,
And your face turned granite in its hardness!
Come rescue me from this hell of loneliness,
And take me back into your arms, else I am lifeless!
Because, that is where I belong
Till my body turns to ashes!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
Title: Prisoner of Pain/Plea for a Prison Break
It is an era of darkness!
I am confined in this fortress,
Made of agony that drives me to madness,
My tears water the black tree of depression, endless
Till I have no tears left to caress, just a wryness
My fake smiles no longer convincing, because of their dryness
I tried to sink my pain into verses
Hoping for an escape from this illness
But I find no escape from the memories, of the sharpness,
Of your words, that hurt like lashes,
And your face turned granite in its hardness!
Come rescue me from this hell of loneliness,
And take me back into your arms, else I am lifeless!
Because, that is where I belong
Till my body turns to ashes!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
Let's end the hatred in this world
They say,
But won't hesitate to spread it in the name of religion anyway.
Let's not be homophobic towards anybody
They say,
But will themselves call a weak guy a gay
Let's not body shame people.
They say,
But will make fun of their fat classmate all day.
Let's not abuse animals
They say ,
But will start eating pork from the first ray.
Let's not be sexists
They say,
But will assume every guy only want from them is to lay
Let's stop saying and doing things
And first of all try to become human beings.
#Muskan Mishra #poetry #review
They say,
But won't hesitate to spread it in the name of religion anyway.
Let's not be homophobic towards anybody
They say,
But will themselves call a weak guy a gay
Let's not body shame people.
They say,
But will make fun of their fat classmate all day.
Let's not abuse animals
They say ,
But will start eating pork from the first ray.
Let's not be sexists
They say,
But will assume every guy only want from them is to lay
Let's stop saying and doing things
And first of all try to become human beings.
#Muskan Mishra #poetry #review
Let's end the hatred in this world
They say,
But won't hesitate to spread it in the name of religion anyway.
Let's not be homophobic towards anybody
They say,
But will themselves call a weak guy a gay
Let's not body shame people.
They say,
But will make fun of their fat classmate all day.
Let's not abuse animals
They say ,
But will start eating pork from the first ray.
Let's not be sexists
They say,
But will assume every guy only wants from them is a lay
Let's stop saying and doing things
And first of all try to become human beings.
#MuskanMishra #poetry #review
They say,
But won't hesitate to spread it in the name of religion anyway.
Let's not be homophobic towards anybody
They say,
But will themselves call a weak guy a gay
Let's not body shame people.
They say,
But will make fun of their fat classmate all day.
Let's not abuse animals
They say ,
But will start eating pork from the first ray.
Let's not be sexists
They say,
But will assume every guy only wants from them is a lay
Let's stop saying and doing things
And first of all try to become human beings.
#MuskanMishra #poetry #review
Sometimes
Just sometimes
Winds carry whispers
Casting a spell
Taking you back and
way too ahead
All the sorrys'
Every thank you
Some miracles
Few regrets
Bundle of joys
Boxes of lies
Unopened secrets
Sealed doors -
शब्दकिंकर
#thewordgenie #review
Just sometimes
Winds carry whispers
Casting a spell
Taking you back and
way too ahead
All the sorrys'
Every thank you
Some miracles
Few regrets
Bundle of joys
Boxes of lies
Unopened secrets
Sealed doors -
शब्दकिंकर
#thewordgenie #review
Title: Time to Meet My Maker, I Guess!
I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
#wca #wcss #ShortStory #review #Horror #SaiRamKiran
I try to sleep, but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I get up from the bed and carefully move to the switchboard. I try to switch on the light but the power is down. The creepy darkness and the air's chillness, makes me break out in goosebumps. I find my phone on the bed, beside the pillow. I want to switch on the flashlight, but my phone is dead! All the time, I am on the verge of a heart attack expecting a monster to come attack, to decorate the hallways with my blood and have me for a snack. I don't know if the blood belongs to my flatmates or the neighbor's dog that likes to doze in my apartment on a few chosen dates.
I'm sure, what the reason is, for all this, because we were stupid and very remiss. We tried out a ritual earlier in the night from an arcane book of witchcraft and doom that my friend rescued from some footpath vendor, I assume. We were just bored from the forced restrictions of the lockdown and the close down of the party scene in the whole town. We thought that the book was harmless, just the work of some twisted loon, but his writings in the book seemed timeless. We gathered in the hallway and held hands together and chanted the spell that the book quoted. With a twitch of the curtain, I am brought back to the present, where I am forced to choose between walking in the blood or to giving up hopes of living and just wait where I stood. Because if what I suspect is right, and what the book stated was all true, then I may not live past this night. The ritualistic ceremony we conducted last night is supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the bringer of Armageddon by bringing the Satan's minion, the demon Armanistenocepheles and his army of lesser demons and hell hounds, under his dominion, to the living plane and leave them to feast on men's flesh while ripping the soul to take back to their ruler in hell. I hear the scream of pain that seems inhuman and no human throat can sustain. The sound is definitely coming from the other bedroom where my flatmates share the room. Do I try to slip away from the other end of the hallway, or try to go save my friends even if I have to risk becoming prey. As the sounds abruptly end in a final huffing puff, I decide to run and save my skin because the others are already done in. I quickly but silently run into the hallway, and to the door that can save me from death right away. I make it to the door and open it. When I enter the corridor and turn to the steps, I face the biggest dog I've ever seen, it might as well be Cerebrus. I make a twist and run up the stairway, feeling pursuit from the hell hound that I hope to keep at bay. I stumble on the cracked stair on the third floor, take a stumble and fall on the dog, I feel the burn when I tough the dog's skin. I feel the dog straighten and go right for my jugular. When the razor sharp teeth pierce through my neck, I awaken, screaming my head off, loud enough to raise the Kraken that is my neighbor as well as my flat's owner. I feel embarrassed, and make a vow, to never again watch a horror movie at midnight before sleep, that too with my friends in tow! I feel happy that I am alive. Is that a good response, do you think or am I just a fool who should practice nonchalance?
#wca #wcss #ShortStory #review #Horror #SaiRamKiran
Title: A lesson from the history
I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. It seems that the noise is coming from outside. As I open my door, there is a portal to which the trail is leading.
Entering the portal, there I see a battlefield. I find myself dressed in an armour like others over there. They all are tall, muscular humans with some problem on their faces indulged in a conversation. It's about some Chakravyuh which some Guru Drona has created in order to massacre their army. I don't know how but I know about entering the Chakravyuh. I ask them -"If everyone here agrees, shall I enter?". A warrior with calmness on his face says - "Abhimanyu! You are our future so we can't allow you to go there." But I insist that if I don't enter, the battle will end today only and the purpose of this war will go in vain. Upon repeatedly pleading, they agree but with the condition that they'll come too along with me. I can't understand the language still I'm talking to them.
With my army and my elder warriors, I enter the Chakravyuh breaking first few levels easily like it was always at the back of my head! But level by level all of them disappear leading to level 7 where I'm all alone and what I see is there are 6 fierce warriors with blood on their faces as if they were waiting to eat me. I challenge all of them for battle knowing that I'll die. Both the sides fire arrows towards each other but mine are faster causing them injuries until one of their arrows comes and destroys my chariot. I'm now on the ground still I feel confident in fighting them but in order to stop me those cruel humans destroy my bow. I have no weapon now still they are throwing arrows at me which are piercing my body but I'm astonished that I don't feel any pain.
Finding me injured and unable to fight, they too come on the ground with their swords and daggers. I pick wheel of my broken chariot to fight them but one of them stabs me in the back. The wheel falls on the ground giving all of them an opportunity to stab me together. I feel many swords are piercing my body still there is no pain. Tears are coming out of my eyes still I'm not crying. I am able to see a man with flute in front of my eyes whom I can easily recognise as krishna. Also, a warrior is at the back of his chariot, seeing whom I feel a sense of pride and honour. There is also a pregnant lady whom I feel is my wife. I'm being stabbed continuously but I'm not dying. I try to fight them with whatever I get.
The sun is about to set and now I want to die but I'm not able to until warrior with the glow of sun on his face comes and hugs me. He is having tears coming out of his eyes and I feel he's saying that he's proud of me from his face. He takes out his sword and moves it into my body. My eyes close and when I open them I find myself on my bed. The AC was at low temperature still I was covered with sweat. There is some sort of pain in my heart and I'm crying loudly. Hearing this my parents come into the room and console me asking me the reason which I'm not able to explain. Next day, I search about the warrior Abhimanyu on internet and what I read truly inspires as well as haunts me. Maybe it was a dream to teach me that- "We have to face our problems head-on and be ready to sacrifice ourselves for a greater cause".
#review #themodernsaint #wca #wcss #saurabh12
I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. It seems that the noise is coming from outside. As I open my door, there is a portal to which the trail is leading.
Entering the portal, there I see a battlefield. I find myself dressed in an armour like others over there. They all are tall, muscular humans with some problem on their faces indulged in a conversation. It's about some Chakravyuh which some Guru Drona has created in order to massacre their army. I don't know how but I know about entering the Chakravyuh. I ask them -"If everyone here agrees, shall I enter?". A warrior with calmness on his face says - "Abhimanyu! You are our future so we can't allow you to go there." But I insist that if I don't enter, the battle will end today only and the purpose of this war will go in vain. Upon repeatedly pleading, they agree but with the condition that they'll come too along with me. I can't understand the language still I'm talking to them.
With my army and my elder warriors, I enter the Chakravyuh breaking first few levels easily like it was always at the back of my head! But level by level all of them disappear leading to level 7 where I'm all alone and what I see is there are 6 fierce warriors with blood on their faces as if they were waiting to eat me. I challenge all of them for battle knowing that I'll die. Both the sides fire arrows towards each other but mine are faster causing them injuries until one of their arrows comes and destroys my chariot. I'm now on the ground still I feel confident in fighting them but in order to stop me those cruel humans destroy my bow. I have no weapon now still they are throwing arrows at me which are piercing my body but I'm astonished that I don't feel any pain.
Finding me injured and unable to fight, they too come on the ground with their swords and daggers. I pick wheel of my broken chariot to fight them but one of them stabs me in the back. The wheel falls on the ground giving all of them an opportunity to stab me together. I feel many swords are piercing my body still there is no pain. Tears are coming out of my eyes still I'm not crying. I am able to see a man with flute in front of my eyes whom I can easily recognise as krishna. Also, a warrior is at the back of his chariot, seeing whom I feel a sense of pride and honour. There is also a pregnant lady whom I feel is my wife. I'm being stabbed continuously but I'm not dying. I try to fight them with whatever I get.
The sun is about to set and now I want to die but I'm not able to until warrior with the glow of sun on his face comes and hugs me. He is having tears coming out of his eyes and I feel he's saying that he's proud of me from his face. He takes out his sword and moves it into my body. My eyes close and when I open them I find myself on my bed. The AC was at low temperature still I was covered with sweat. There is some sort of pain in my heart and I'm crying loudly. Hearing this my parents come into the room and console me asking me the reason which I'm not able to explain. Next day, I search about the warrior Abhimanyu on internet and what I read truly inspires as well as haunts me. Maybe it was a dream to teach me that- "We have to face our problems head-on and be ready to sacrifice ourselves for a greater cause".
#review #themodernsaint #wca #wcss #saurabh12