Good night writers!...
WORDS OF HOPE...
Times are tough undeniably.
Our habit of encouraging deliberate ignorance has got us all lost.
While in such times, hopes are not enough. We all need something more to hold on to, to reflect positive possibilities. To overshadow Fears & Distress & we all have the answers to it. We just need to dig deeper, feel more, & accept our ignorance with honesty.
We must not forget that humankind has gone through the worst before & has survived & will survive till it's boom!
We must always remember, we all are sailing in the same boat, with a big fucking
hole & we have to save it, for all of us, for each one of us.
Music will heal us,
Words will mend us,
Science will define us,
Love will help us grow,
Life will help us sustain.
We humans as species are said to be still young. We all are 6 million year olds on this 4.5 billion year old earth.
Time passes, for it is that, it is! & we would sail through too, but only together.
Choice, is ours!
#thewordgenie #review
WORDS OF HOPE...
Times are tough undeniably.
Our habit of encouraging deliberate ignorance has got us all lost.
While in such times, hopes are not enough. We all need something more to hold on to, to reflect positive possibilities. To overshadow Fears & Distress & we all have the answers to it. We just need to dig deeper, feel more, & accept our ignorance with honesty.
We must not forget that humankind has gone through the worst before & has survived & will survive till it's boom!
We must always remember, we all are sailing in the same boat, with a big fucking
hole & we have to save it, for all of us, for each one of us.
Music will heal us,
Words will mend us,
Science will define us,
Love will help us grow,
Life will help us sustain.
We humans as species are said to be still young. We all are 6 million year olds on this 4.5 billion year old earth.
Time passes, for it is that, it is! & we would sail through too, but only together.
Choice, is ours!
#thewordgenie #review
Impassion
It's plain to see as day and night,
To me; this no more is a fight.
I can't take it anymore,
All these beatings have left me sore.
Can't you see how much I've already bled,
The wounds you leave everytime are deep indeed.
Please let me be, I don't wanna retort.
I can't bear it, even with remorse.
I'm grinding my teeth, it's hard not to cry.
But you keep assaulting my emotions, no matter what I try.
Free me; for my soul will break apart in this prison.
Let me be happy sometimes, without any reasons.
Can't you see sometimes that it's hard to breathe.
Under your cruel gaze, I'm burned to beath.
This impassion of yours is no longer my concern.
If this truth causes you pain, so shall it be done.
#review #tm #poetry
It's plain to see as day and night,
To me; this no more is a fight.
I can't take it anymore,
All these beatings have left me sore.
Can't you see how much I've already bled,
The wounds you leave everytime are deep indeed.
Please let me be, I don't wanna retort.
I can't bear it, even with remorse.
I'm grinding my teeth, it's hard not to cry.
But you keep assaulting my emotions, no matter what I try.
Free me; for my soul will break apart in this prison.
Let me be happy sometimes, without any reasons.
Can't you see sometimes that it's hard to breathe.
Under your cruel gaze, I'm burned to beath.
This impassion of yours is no longer my concern.
If this truth causes you pain, so shall it be done.
#review #tm #poetry
Puffs of Smoke
Lost and confused, I light a joint;
Minding over matter with no point.
With the first suck of distress,
The poignant past is triggered.
Opening of dagger of bitterness,
It is jabbed until pain is heard.
The fume is held long enough
Ignoring the shortness of breath.
Then it is whispered out in despair
With well-timed rings of death.
The second smoke is breathed in
For the sake of temporary relief.
But the cuts driving deep within,
The hapless mind is in disbelief.
The final gush of smoke is inhaled
Wishing for a tiny bit of solace.
But the heartbeats are overburdened
By poisonous vapors of disgrace.
For the end of ageless torment to begin
The soul concedes to depart from the skin.
©Amit Herlekar
#originalpoetry #AmitHerlekar #review
Lost and confused, I light a joint;
Minding over matter with no point.
With the first suck of distress,
The poignant past is triggered.
Opening of dagger of bitterness,
It is jabbed until pain is heard.
The fume is held long enough
Ignoring the shortness of breath.
Then it is whispered out in despair
With well-timed rings of death.
The second smoke is breathed in
For the sake of temporary relief.
But the cuts driving deep within,
The hapless mind is in disbelief.
The final gush of smoke is inhaled
Wishing for a tiny bit of solace.
But the heartbeats are overburdened
By poisonous vapors of disgrace.
For the end of ageless torment to begin
The soul concedes to depart from the skin.
©Amit Herlekar
#originalpoetry #AmitHerlekar #review
I Release You ! I release you oh loved one from the pitter-patter of my heart
For I was a bird caught in a cage of love soo far beyond
In loving you I loved myself not knowing it came with shackles
For I have been too seared to fathom a world without the constraints
I hoped that by loving you I would feel so alive
Like a free bird soaring around the sky soo blue in sight
But to my surprise I felt so chocked I struggled even to breath
And this is how the elixir of life became a poisonous sip
Even when you pushed me out I was soo scared to fly
and again again I came back to cage to take a breath alive
But now I have decided to let go of you,
This unrequited relationship has become unbearable
But I have decided that I will forgive you
For not loving me as I would have assumed
Knowing that by forgiving you I release you of all the blame
Not waiting for any apology that would be now in vain
For forgiving you is forgiving me and the world around
And releasing you is releasing me from a pain so far beyond #review #aparajita
For I was a bird caught in a cage of love soo far beyond
In loving you I loved myself not knowing it came with shackles
For I have been too seared to fathom a world without the constraints
I hoped that by loving you I would feel so alive
Like a free bird soaring around the sky soo blue in sight
But to my surprise I felt so chocked I struggled even to breath
And this is how the elixir of life became a poisonous sip
Even when you pushed me out I was soo scared to fly
and again again I came back to cage to take a breath alive
But now I have decided to let go of you,
This unrequited relationship has become unbearable
But I have decided that I will forgive you
For not loving me as I would have assumed
Knowing that by forgiving you I release you of all the blame
Not waiting for any apology that would be now in vain
For forgiving you is forgiving me and the world around
And releasing you is releasing me from a pain so far beyond #review #aparajita
I like writing reviews of books, below is the review of of Primo Levi's Survival in Auschwitz We spend most of our times going through life without anything making much of an emotional impact. The days are spend being slaves to causes we don't actually feel, but once in a while we come across an experience which takes us by surprise (pleasant or otherwise) and demands our attention, “Survival in Auschwitz” is one such experience. Given that I am home bound due to COVID-19 and in a glum mood, I was very reluctant to read it, as the very title suggested that it would be about atrocities of SS during the WWII, which did not seem like an appropriate topic for lifting my spirits. Anyways, the holocaust has been one of my favourite topics, given the insight its presents into what human beings are capable of once all their civil institutions are defunct.
Primo Levi is an author who will connect with you on such a deeper level that every few pages you will halt to take a deep sigh and wait for the lines to sink in. I, on many different occasions, found myself crying mid-paragraph, sympathetic to the pain of people who had lived a century before me. The pain I felt soo excruciating, the helplessness so disgusting, that once in a while I had to remind myself of what Robert frost said: “ In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on”. I know the story being told to me had its central characters dead, but the folds of their skin and the screams of their silence inhabiting my soul, were very much alive.
To put it succinctly its not a story of Primo Levi surviving Auschwitz, or the cold-bloodedness of the Nazi regime and its enablers, but the story of every nameless human being who perished during this time mind body soul. The prisoners may have lost their everything but as Levi wrote humanity as a class lost its consciousness and nothing could happen ever good and pure to rub out the scare of this outrage. Levi talks about how the holocaust was a gigantic biological social experiment more than anything else, which classified people as drowned and saved. But to me, as an outsider, there were no survivors in this experiment, only sections of society left with a plethora of disgust, thirst for revenge, moral capitulation, denial, weariness among other things. #review #aparajita
Primo Levi is an author who will connect with you on such a deeper level that every few pages you will halt to take a deep sigh and wait for the lines to sink in. I, on many different occasions, found myself crying mid-paragraph, sympathetic to the pain of people who had lived a century before me. The pain I felt soo excruciating, the helplessness so disgusting, that once in a while I had to remind myself of what Robert frost said: “ In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on”. I know the story being told to me had its central characters dead, but the folds of their skin and the screams of their silence inhabiting my soul, were very much alive.
To put it succinctly its not a story of Primo Levi surviving Auschwitz, or the cold-bloodedness of the Nazi regime and its enablers, but the story of every nameless human being who perished during this time mind body soul. The prisoners may have lost their everything but as Levi wrote humanity as a class lost its consciousness and nothing could happen ever good and pure to rub out the scare of this outrage. Levi talks about how the holocaust was a gigantic biological social experiment more than anything else, which classified people as drowned and saved. But to me, as an outsider, there were no survivors in this experiment, only sections of society left with a plethora of disgust, thirst for revenge, moral capitulation, denial, weariness among other things. #review #aparajita
May be suddenly you get into those strange emotions of " feeling alone, sudden sad & leave me alone" disasters.
In an instant , the corner of your heart screams," why the hell you are doing this?" & You be like -"I just don't have any idea."
May be these are the side effects of growing up..
I seriously hate this..
Quickly, the other corner of heart recalls all your cherishing memories of your childhood days .
And silently you start to miss those days , looking at the blank walls of your room.
Maybe I am just wishing to turn back the pages how the things used to be...But I know this is not going to Happen
#review #PriyaVijayakumar
In an instant , the corner of your heart screams," why the hell you are doing this?" & You be like -"I just don't have any idea."
May be these are the side effects of growing up..
I seriously hate this..
Quickly, the other corner of heart recalls all your cherishing memories of your childhood days .
And silently you start to miss those days , looking at the blank walls of your room.
Maybe I am just wishing to turn back the pages how the things used to be...But I know this is not going to Happen
#review #PriyaVijayakumar
(I don't really have a title yet. I don't mind a few suggestions. )
With the uncertainties surrounding our existence,
you conceive and add to humanity's grievance.
I ask, is it selfishness or indifference?
You might mistake my concern for insolence;
Perhaps, perceive my subjectivity as a nuisance.
My apologies; I only ponder the fates of the innocents.
Is it a thing of joy to exist or an ordeal to endure as an act of obeisance ?
Take not these sayings to heart;
I do not care much for credence.
I only worry for the innocents—the new borns.
Are we the ill-fated or the privileged ones?
Is it a thing of joy to exist or an ordeal to endure?
#sor3h
#poetry
#review
With the uncertainties surrounding our existence,
you conceive and add to humanity's grievance.
I ask, is it selfishness or indifference?
You might mistake my concern for insolence;
Perhaps, perceive my subjectivity as a nuisance.
My apologies; I only ponder the fates of the innocents.
Is it a thing of joy to exist or an ordeal to endure as an act of obeisance ?
Take not these sayings to heart;
I do not care much for credence.
I only worry for the innocents—the new borns.
Are we the ill-fated or the privileged ones?
Is it a thing of joy to exist or an ordeal to endure?
#sor3h
#poetry
#review
The Colosseum
The dearth of sweat and blood bath is imminent,
Alma mater to the bravehearts , where silence is now persistent.
Death, innuendo of the clashing iron and steel,
Has now been silent for a while with the stopping of ordeal.
Though the structure still stands still in its prime,
As a mark of remorse for the dead and precedent to future death clients.
The structure now stands silent,
Inviting the innocents to bereave it's antecedent.
But to be proud of those who fought and died complacent ,
For bereavement would be disdain to those who were deviant.
Hundreds fought at the hands of death,
To the family and friends all of them have bequeath.
Gladiolus leaves are befitting for showing them gratitude,
Numbness, soreness, pain all are myths was their platitude.
Shining steel pierced the hearts of several beasts,
The sand red of the blood, had many gourmet feasts.
The collosal structure has stood the test of times,
Still standing tall to it's name worthy of every dime.
Too many fights and the onlookers who behold,
Compendiums would not suffice to the history it holds.
With no collegium, death was the only judge,
No one can claim that this history is a fudge.
For the sand is still thirsty of blood,
But it's been a long time since the last fighters budged.
#poem
#review
#Pain #Sagar
The dearth of sweat and blood bath is imminent,
Alma mater to the bravehearts , where silence is now persistent.
Death, innuendo of the clashing iron and steel,
Has now been silent for a while with the stopping of ordeal.
Though the structure still stands still in its prime,
As a mark of remorse for the dead and precedent to future death clients.
The structure now stands silent,
Inviting the innocents to bereave it's antecedent.
But to be proud of those who fought and died complacent ,
For bereavement would be disdain to those who were deviant.
Hundreds fought at the hands of death,
To the family and friends all of them have bequeath.
Gladiolus leaves are befitting for showing them gratitude,
Numbness, soreness, pain all are myths was their platitude.
Shining steel pierced the hearts of several beasts,
The sand red of the blood, had many gourmet feasts.
The collosal structure has stood the test of times,
Still standing tall to it's name worthy of every dime.
Too many fights and the onlookers who behold,
Compendiums would not suffice to the history it holds.
With no collegium, death was the only judge,
No one can claim that this history is a fudge.
For the sand is still thirsty of blood,
But it's been a long time since the last fighters budged.
#poem
#review
#Pain #Sagar
VEIL
An imprint of humbleness, security,
Virtue in many communities,
A veil is just put up to mask,
The dearth of vanity in women.
Bella damsel of the North,
Hides all the scars on her face,
Hides all the tears and sweat,
After her aggravating day's work.
Darkens the desires and aspirations
To dwell her life dauntlessly,
Just like a caged hyena,
Raged with agony and dreams within.
Disguised,
An alien for herself,
Disgraced as a traitor,
With the eyes of disgust.
What was her fault?
Hiding insecurities or being scared-
Scared of her reality,
Under the veil of darkness.
Oh, how thick is the veil!
Does it clench the ravage?
Is it watching over her twinges?
Can it be her refugee?
#review #poetry #minal
An imprint of humbleness, security,
Virtue in many communities,
A veil is just put up to mask,
The dearth of vanity in women.
Bella damsel of the North,
Hides all the scars on her face,
Hides all the tears and sweat,
After her aggravating day's work.
Darkens the desires and aspirations
To dwell her life dauntlessly,
Just like a caged hyena,
Raged with agony and dreams within.
Disguised,
An alien for herself,
Disgraced as a traitor,
With the eyes of disgust.
What was her fault?
Hiding insecurities or being scared-
Scared of her reality,
Under the veil of darkness.
Oh, how thick is the veil!
Does it clench the ravage?
Is it watching over her twinges?
Can it be her refugee?
#review #poetry #minal
Two years of bliss
Basking in the warm sun
Checking out girls was fun
Drinking coffee was better than temple run
Cracking laughter better than shots of gun
Choking friends in their talking
Honked while jaggered biking
Sheer discussion was triggering
Delicate incisions intriguing
Overnight course cramming
Read every page of books rummaging
Thoughts running wild thundering
Might to score good was overpowering
Bickering over trivia and differences
Always failing to make right inferences
Long discussion on conferences
Impromptu required no audiences
Eating in the mess
Best place to release stress
Talking of the future mistress
Things we needed to harness
Lying in the green grass
Talking glib and making fuss
Brotherly quarrels were a plus
Sombre silence was the bliss
Rooms were slumbers
No one moved all were lumbers
Packed inside in unknown numbers
Unafraid, we were like amber
Playing unnecessary pranks
Everyone was tom hanks
All of us there were cranks
Hostel rooms became schrank
Every moment spent was banter
Fun was always in cinter
Time would never hinder
Wish I could rekindle
#Sagar #Pain
#Pain
#review
Basking in the warm sun
Checking out girls was fun
Drinking coffee was better than temple run
Cracking laughter better than shots of gun
Choking friends in their talking
Honked while jaggered biking
Sheer discussion was triggering
Delicate incisions intriguing
Overnight course cramming
Read every page of books rummaging
Thoughts running wild thundering
Might to score good was overpowering
Bickering over trivia and differences
Always failing to make right inferences
Long discussion on conferences
Impromptu required no audiences
Eating in the mess
Best place to release stress
Talking of the future mistress
Things we needed to harness
Lying in the green grass
Talking glib and making fuss
Brotherly quarrels were a plus
Sombre silence was the bliss
Rooms were slumbers
No one moved all were lumbers
Packed inside in unknown numbers
Unafraid, we were like amber
Playing unnecessary pranks
Everyone was tom hanks
All of us there were cranks
Hostel rooms became schrank
Every moment spent was banter
Fun was always in cinter
Time would never hinder
Wish I could rekindle
#Sagar #Pain
#Pain
#review
Problems!
Life called game is filled with obstacles
Sometimes one, sometimes many
Absolutely none can live without predicament
Time escorts sometimes
We invite it many times, How?
Yes or No, it depends
Depends on uttering yes maximum
Depends on uttering no in a wrong time
Braces an erroneous with yes
Without cogitating, doesn't says No
Hurdles are to be faced, which time
Initiates for us, Not by us
Say yes to right with credence !
Say no to wrong with affirmation !
Face the turmoils from time
Lead a most jovial life!
#poetry #review
Life called game is filled with obstacles
Sometimes one, sometimes many
Absolutely none can live without predicament
Time escorts sometimes
We invite it many times, How?
Yes or No, it depends
Depends on uttering yes maximum
Depends on uttering no in a wrong time
Braces an erroneous with yes
Without cogitating, doesn't says No
Hurdles are to be faced, which time
Initiates for us, Not by us
Say yes to right with credence !
Say no to wrong with affirmation !
Face the turmoils from time
Lead a most jovial life!
#poetry #review
Title: Heartbreak [Part 1]
Everything was going great,
Our attraction was so intense, I don't inflate
I was in your spell ever since our first date,
I left my first love for you, became an ingrate!
Our chemistry held at bay, my fears that I've gone astray,
You became my addiction, I just didn't need an ashtray,
For you, I lost my way, there's no one I wouldn't betray,
Like my ex, whose love for me you could never portray!
So short was our time together, for so many memories.
Most couples spend lifetimes and still can't compete with our stories,
That can fill up a thousand diaries,
And still leave out a story or two fit for the fairies!
I got so attached to you, it was very subtle,
I didn't notice how close we became, without a preamble.
Just being together made us both tremble!
Your problems became mine, which I then crushed to rubble!
But I paint a pretty picture, disregarding your petty nature;
Yes, you held me in rapture, but continued to smile at every lecher!
You wanted to experience everything, every night a new adventure!
Because you are too stupid to see the big picture!
You think, the truth is just plain negotiation,
Something you paint, according to traction.
But let me tell you, that, my love isn't for auction!
You can't bid for it anyway because your love for me is just fiction!
I'm just a good choice for you to gain as a husband,
Because I don't have a need for contraband.
I know you still kept in touch with every ex boyfriend,
Ready to play with them, though coy you pretend!
Behind my back, you went out with your new 'friends', those scum,
All those second show movies, you kept mum,
Those late night dinners you went to with a hum!
Texting me all along, your duplicity maximum!
You thought I was too traditional,
That I saw your idea of fun to be irrational!
So you went behind my back, for your fun nocturnal,
To enjoy your outings with those guys, sashaying your arsenal!
You thought I would never find out,
You hid your chats from me, all throughout.
But you couldn't fool my instincts which cried out!
And made me see what you were up to, leading to my blowout!
The hell I descended into, when I learnt of your treachery,
I thought it was Cupid, but instead, it was just you practising archery!
With my heart, a willing target, for your lures and your fishery,
Those months of unceasing misery, laid bare my gaucherie!
....to be continued in Part2
[Note: The poem is incomplete. It is continued in Part 2 below. Do check it out!]
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
Everything was going great,
Our attraction was so intense, I don't inflate
I was in your spell ever since our first date,
I left my first love for you, became an ingrate!
Our chemistry held at bay, my fears that I've gone astray,
You became my addiction, I just didn't need an ashtray,
For you, I lost my way, there's no one I wouldn't betray,
Like my ex, whose love for me you could never portray!
So short was our time together, for so many memories.
Most couples spend lifetimes and still can't compete with our stories,
That can fill up a thousand diaries,
And still leave out a story or two fit for the fairies!
I got so attached to you, it was very subtle,
I didn't notice how close we became, without a preamble.
Just being together made us both tremble!
Your problems became mine, which I then crushed to rubble!
But I paint a pretty picture, disregarding your petty nature;
Yes, you held me in rapture, but continued to smile at every lecher!
You wanted to experience everything, every night a new adventure!
Because you are too stupid to see the big picture!
You think, the truth is just plain negotiation,
Something you paint, according to traction.
But let me tell you, that, my love isn't for auction!
You can't bid for it anyway because your love for me is just fiction!
I'm just a good choice for you to gain as a husband,
Because I don't have a need for contraband.
I know you still kept in touch with every ex boyfriend,
Ready to play with them, though coy you pretend!
Behind my back, you went out with your new 'friends', those scum,
All those second show movies, you kept mum,
Those late night dinners you went to with a hum!
Texting me all along, your duplicity maximum!
You thought I was too traditional,
That I saw your idea of fun to be irrational!
So you went behind my back, for your fun nocturnal,
To enjoy your outings with those guys, sashaying your arsenal!
You thought I would never find out,
You hid your chats from me, all throughout.
But you couldn't fool my instincts which cried out!
And made me see what you were up to, leading to my blowout!
The hell I descended into, when I learnt of your treachery,
I thought it was Cupid, but instead, it was just you practising archery!
With my heart, a willing target, for your lures and your fishery,
Those months of unceasing misery, laid bare my gaucherie!
....to be continued in Part2
[Note: The poem is incomplete. It is continued in Part 2 below. Do check it out!]
#review #Poetry #SaiRamKiran
Title: HeartBreak [Part 2] (Continuation)
You never imagined my response, or the continued anger,
You thought to placate me, with your crying and words of sugar!
But I've already seen the ugliness behind your mask of langour,
I would have already left you, had I been any stronger!
You pushed me into depression.
I was crying behind all my aggression.
Like a weak fool, I never knew, so quick was the disillusion.
I thought I found my soulmate, can't believe my delusion!
But I have finally pierced the illusion!
And saw your true self, and have arrived at the only solution.
With it, I've reached my final decision!
That I can't spend my life with you, with all this friction.
You can never get back my trust,
And our relationship cannot continue with such distrust
You have lost my respect, and my interest!
And have severed our bond, I'm no longer trussed!
But you treated me like a King, I concede,
Cared for me just like my mom, in that you did succeed!
Full Days and whole weekends, together we taxied,
We were in our very own private world, I fancied!
Don't let these last few months, and all the fighting,
Make you think that my love was fleeting!
Because, the pain I'm suffering, has got me bursting!
I can't hide it, like those chats of flirting, you hid from me by just deleting.
My pain, put me on an unstoppable train.
My anguish, changed me, and my dreams went down the drain!
There is no longer a marriage and a future together, I shall now refrain!
I should have seen all this sooner, because you were always vain!
Without my best friend, I could have easily slit my vein!
He talked me around, without complaining of strain.
Days and nights he spent, to free me from all the pain!
Without my best mate's help, I would have definitely gone insane!
He made me see reason,
That there is a life for me after your treason!
Made me see hope again, with a lot of persuasion.
I shall forever thank him for his intervention!
Yes, I leave, but I do so without regret.
I know, these memories will never abate.
The pain of this loss will definitely negate,
Any happiness I may get at any later date.
I am slowly moving towards light,
Past this dark chapter of my life, that seems ironically bright!
But, I'll probably remember you every twilight!
And dream of our time together, under starlight!
I shall never forget, all your affection,
But, I have made a resolution,
To move on, from this junction.
You can not hold me any longer, as a prisoner to our attraction!
Why couldn't you have been more real?
Why does honesty seem to you, so surreal?
I tried to, but can't get past your betrayal,
And will forever curse fate, for being so cruel!
Friends, you've seen my pain, through love ambrosial.So, give heed to my testimonial,
I warn you not to look for the ideal,
Love is not a deal, just try to find something real
With someone who won't put you through such an ordeal!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
You never imagined my response, or the continued anger,
You thought to placate me, with your crying and words of sugar!
But I've already seen the ugliness behind your mask of langour,
I would have already left you, had I been any stronger!
You pushed me into depression.
I was crying behind all my aggression.
Like a weak fool, I never knew, so quick was the disillusion.
I thought I found my soulmate, can't believe my delusion!
But I have finally pierced the illusion!
And saw your true self, and have arrived at the only solution.
With it, I've reached my final decision!
That I can't spend my life with you, with all this friction.
You can never get back my trust,
And our relationship cannot continue with such distrust
You have lost my respect, and my interest!
And have severed our bond, I'm no longer trussed!
But you treated me like a King, I concede,
Cared for me just like my mom, in that you did succeed!
Full Days and whole weekends, together we taxied,
We were in our very own private world, I fancied!
Don't let these last few months, and all the fighting,
Make you think that my love was fleeting!
Because, the pain I'm suffering, has got me bursting!
I can't hide it, like those chats of flirting, you hid from me by just deleting.
My pain, put me on an unstoppable train.
My anguish, changed me, and my dreams went down the drain!
There is no longer a marriage and a future together, I shall now refrain!
I should have seen all this sooner, because you were always vain!
Without my best friend, I could have easily slit my vein!
He talked me around, without complaining of strain.
Days and nights he spent, to free me from all the pain!
Without my best mate's help, I would have definitely gone insane!
He made me see reason,
That there is a life for me after your treason!
Made me see hope again, with a lot of persuasion.
I shall forever thank him for his intervention!
Yes, I leave, but I do so without regret.
I know, these memories will never abate.
The pain of this loss will definitely negate,
Any happiness I may get at any later date.
I am slowly moving towards light,
Past this dark chapter of my life, that seems ironically bright!
But, I'll probably remember you every twilight!
And dream of our time together, under starlight!
I shall never forget, all your affection,
But, I have made a resolution,
To move on, from this junction.
You can not hold me any longer, as a prisoner to our attraction!
Why couldn't you have been more real?
Why does honesty seem to you, so surreal?
I tried to, but can't get past your betrayal,
And will forever curse fate, for being so cruel!
Friends, you've seen my pain, through love ambrosial.So, give heed to my testimonial,
I warn you not to look for the ideal,
Love is not a deal, just try to find something real
With someone who won't put you through such an ordeal!
#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran
#review
#NisforAnne
#poem
A Friend Indeed
You don't have to ask,
I'll give freely,
You don't have to explain,
I trust implicitly,
No need to search,
Found it for you already.
The thing you've been missing?
It's here in my keeping.
The ghost you've been dreading?
Got my club ready to swing.
The sight you keep losing?
Here, a torch for you to cling.
You will want for nothing,
When I got everything:
The arm of a companion,
The shoulder of empathy,
The fist of a champion,
The grip of sympathy;
Even the deadly limbs of a blind, a mute and a deaf.
I will always have your back,
Even when my spine is broken,
I am forever your check,
Even if it has no balance,
I will continue filling your crack,
Even more so with no glue to fasten.
#NisforAnne
#poem
A Friend Indeed
You don't have to ask,
I'll give freely,
You don't have to explain,
I trust implicitly,
No need to search,
Found it for you already.
The thing you've been missing?
It's here in my keeping.
The ghost you've been dreading?
Got my club ready to swing.
The sight you keep losing?
Here, a torch for you to cling.
You will want for nothing,
When I got everything:
The arm of a companion,
The shoulder of empathy,
The fist of a champion,
The grip of sympathy;
Even the deadly limbs of a blind, a mute and a deaf.
I will always have your back,
Even when my spine is broken,
I am forever your check,
Even if it has no balance,
I will continue filling your crack,
Even more so with no glue to fasten.
#review #emywrites #poetry
*GRIPING BIRD*
If voice were visible; this would beautiful petals,
Falling like rain on the shade of my room,
Her voice awakes my every morning,
With beautiful sight of her on my window ledge.
Before I leave my, I'll listen to her complaint,
Craving of her mother's dream of her to fly,
High above the sky on fledge able wing,
Of her to flap her wings with others in the sky.
Bird of nothingness craving umptiness.
This chirping bird won't stop singing in pain.
Her love to fly is high above mountain everst.
What could she have done, if she has wings?
Griping bird waning to fly and ascend the sky
To feel the breeze beneath her wing.
Ever bird is born to fly; but not every bird is born with wing,
What's her beauty without the wings?
*GRIPING BIRD*
If voice were visible; this would beautiful petals,
Falling like rain on the shade of my room,
Her voice awakes my every morning,
With beautiful sight of her on my window ledge.
Before I leave my, I'll listen to her complaint,
Craving of her mother's dream of her to fly,
High above the sky on fledge able wing,
Of her to flap her wings with others in the sky.
Bird of nothingness craving umptiness.
This chirping bird won't stop singing in pain.
Her love to fly is high above mountain everst.
What could she have done, if she has wings?
Griping bird waning to fly and ascend the sky
To feel the breeze beneath her wing.
Ever bird is born to fly; but not every bird is born with wing,
What's her beauty without the wings?
Clouds Of Smoke
Getting lost in the clouds of smoke,
Forgetful of the imminent choke;
Mesmerized by its misty spirit,
She drowns in the fantasy of it.
Walking through the fog of ash,
Even through the litter of trash,
She enjoyed every step by foot
And smiled at the drizzling soot.
I am on the hilltop, she believed;
And felt more allve and relieved.
The smog had become her reality,
For it filled her lungs in congeniality.
It was the only one to be near her;
That promised to leave her never.
#poetry #AmitHerlekar #review
© Amit Herlekar
Getting lost in the clouds of smoke,
Forgetful of the imminent choke;
Mesmerized by its misty spirit,
She drowns in the fantasy of it.
Walking through the fog of ash,
Even through the litter of trash,
She enjoyed every step by foot
And smiled at the drizzling soot.
I am on the hilltop, she believed;
And felt more allve and relieved.
The smog had become her reality,
For it filled her lungs in congeniality.
It was the only one to be near her;
That promised to leave her never.
#poetry #AmitHerlekar #review
© Amit Herlekar
a broken ludo game
stuck between a ludo game
playing on a broken board
o best friend! I’m stuck in the chaos
the game represented by my relationships
with each member’s role to play
and the overall result may vary in-fact
also, the winner may not be deemed to be intact!
Tattered and shattered all play their turn
and me too stranded on the way,
scared and praying till the end
for the game to go peacefully to its bay.
To all the discrepancies I come across
and pathways I have to mend;
to the obstacles, I cross over
are the hidden, invisible painful traps.
Thinking and analyzing my future steps
however, being decided by some unnatural bets;
Long to go on an unknown path I,
I think of ending it right hither, for
the unknown reason in my core.
Never the less, as would be fate,
the picture seems to fade amid bate!
I wish to have a happy end
but being unknown to how to mend,
(un)fair game all it remains
and now a broken ludo’s a sad lullaby!
#family, #stress #review
stuck between a ludo game
playing on a broken board
o best friend! I’m stuck in the chaos
the game represented by my relationships
with each member’s role to play
and the overall result may vary in-fact
also, the winner may not be deemed to be intact!
Tattered and shattered all play their turn
and me too stranded on the way,
scared and praying till the end
for the game to go peacefully to its bay.
To all the discrepancies I come across
and pathways I have to mend;
to the obstacles, I cross over
are the hidden, invisible painful traps.
Thinking and analyzing my future steps
however, being decided by some unnatural bets;
Long to go on an unknown path I,
I think of ending it right hither, for
the unknown reason in my core.
Never the less, as would be fate,
the picture seems to fade amid bate!
I wish to have a happy end
but being unknown to how to mend,
(un)fair game all it remains
and now a broken ludo’s a sad lullaby!
#family, #stress #review
*Be Humble*
With all the wealth you acquired
With all the knowledge you have
With all the fame you get
With all the family you have.
Your ending will be 6 feet down
To your last destination
With nor wealth neither fame
Nor the family neither the knowledge
So why not to be humble?
Why not to live with others in peace?
Why not to treat others with fair?
Why not to accept criticism?
A death has no time
A death will not give you notice
Will come like a blink of eye.
©Mbee Mohammed
#review #mbee #poetry
With all the wealth you acquired
With all the knowledge you have
With all the fame you get
With all the family you have.
Your ending will be 6 feet down
To your last destination
With nor wealth neither fame
Nor the family neither the knowledge
So why not to be humble?
Why not to live with others in peace?
Why not to treat others with fair?
Why not to accept criticism?
A death has no time
A death will not give you notice
Will come like a blink of eye.
©Mbee Mohammed
#review #mbee #poetry
Im packed in a small room
Floating on the floor
Tryna to watch sky but the ceiling is there with fan revolving round and round
Even led light is turned on..but darkness is roaming whole around
Have a liitle window in a room from where the air comes in and out with different smells
Near a side having bunch of books, bags ,cloth and stuff ...even mobile is their with full of scam emails
Trying for the door to open
When it....I will take my stuff and run...
#review #shortpoem #yash #poem
Floating on the floor
Tryna to watch sky but the ceiling is there with fan revolving round and round
Even led light is turned on..but darkness is roaming whole around
Have a liitle window in a room from where the air comes in and out with different smells
Near a side having bunch of books, bags ,cloth and stuff ...even mobile is their with full of scam emails
Trying for the door to open
When it....I will take my stuff and run...
#review #shortpoem #yash #poem
#review
#anonWrites
#prompt
The hangout was so unpredictably dull. I was bored most of the time. Well, as the hangout was in spaceX's orbital pub with few of planet X's inhabitants and few friends from neighbouring planets, it was hoped to be entertaining. It was, however, perceived as the usual drinking and gambling with nothing exciting except for a show of new weaponry in space. Some gentleman gave us a nice show as a space-show but that was the best we had. On my way home, my bike broke down in mid galaxy XE-22 and i had to stay the night in a nearby planet called Namek. It had an environment very much like Earth with greenery and hills. There was a forest which had few caves suitable for a night. The night was silent and shiny with all the stars for sometime. I got a glimpse of a flock of dinosaurs moving few hundred feet away from me. The next morning I was blessed with a new set of electric starters for my bike by a passing fleet of traders. My bike was repaired and I was home in about half a day.
#anonWrites
#prompt
The hangout was so unpredictably dull. I was bored most of the time. Well, as the hangout was in spaceX's orbital pub with few of planet X's inhabitants and few friends from neighbouring planets, it was hoped to be entertaining. It was, however, perceived as the usual drinking and gambling with nothing exciting except for a show of new weaponry in space. Some gentleman gave us a nice show as a space-show but that was the best we had. On my way home, my bike broke down in mid galaxy XE-22 and i had to stay the night in a nearby planet called Namek. It had an environment very much like Earth with greenery and hills. There was a forest which had few caves suitable for a night. The night was silent and shiny with all the stars for sometime. I got a glimpse of a flock of dinosaurs moving few hundred feet away from me. The next morning I was blessed with a new set of electric starters for my bike by a passing fleet of traders. My bike was repaired and I was home in about half a day.
TITLE: ONCE A TINY YET THERE WERE MANY
Everyone was happy
To go around anywhere
But they found something
Which they didn't like, so they scout it
To get rid of it
The one who are physicians
Left their own home
To save our home
From being operated by morticians
The one who are patients
Seeks to be cured soon
Along with God's boon
While they remain with patience
The one who lived with their family
Came across many kinds of emotions
Their business suffered a lot of fluctuations
And this led to shatter their vanity
Lots of crimes happened
But nevertheless everyone stood
And the consequences were firmly faced
Again it won't happen, they believed
Once they all wished to do anything
To go around agian anywhere
Everyone was then gloomy
Yet they were safe and sound
Now, their wishes are becoming true
For they have been slight cooperative.
Author's note: Wrote it in the point of view of current situation and about these lockdowns, how made everyone to struggle yet they stood up and faced it bravely and cooperated well. So that, they get a slight release from full lockdown, that's what they wish, that's what everyone wish for and it's happening slowly.
#review #poem #smitha
Everyone was happy
To go around anywhere
But they found something
Which they didn't like, so they scout it
To get rid of it
The one who are physicians
Left their own home
To save our home
From being operated by morticians
The one who are patients
Seeks to be cured soon
Along with God's boon
While they remain with patience
The one who lived with their family
Came across many kinds of emotions
Their business suffered a lot of fluctuations
And this led to shatter their vanity
Lots of crimes happened
But nevertheless everyone stood
And the consequences were firmly faced
Again it won't happen, they believed
Once they all wished to do anything
To go around agian anywhere
Everyone was then gloomy
Yet they were safe and sound
Now, their wishes are becoming true
For they have been slight cooperative.
Author's note: Wrote it in the point of view of current situation and about these lockdowns, how made everyone to struggle yet they stood up and faced it bravely and cooperated well. So that, they get a slight release from full lockdown, that's what they wish, that's what everyone wish for and it's happening slowly.
#review #poem #smitha