MUSING ALONE
I sat there with my legs suspended deep into waters.
My eyes moving along the rushing river.
Sun started to sink in its hues, the moaning river can not fathom my restless soul and my phantom state of mind.
River gliding swiftly on my toes, I stand there musing alone.
Slowly the sky started to turn grey,
surging through me ,
swelling my longings in its vague eternity.
The grey and the glee parted ways but the rivers still reflected its golden rays.

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That day i still remember, the day when it all changed
I couldn't really face it,although i was enough trained
A trespassing news that reached me,
And made me face my greatest fear..
Yes..! I lost her....!!
I could feel the earth trembling
I could feel the sky falling
All I needed was her hug,
all i needed was to listen to her chuck
How i wish this was fake..
But this was my fate,
I was quite late
And yes, time swept her away..!!

Years later i tell this with a sigh,
I wish you could see through my eyes
The way i needed you in my life,
The way i longed for your smile.

The way i needed you in my life,
The way i longed for your smile.

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Delivered,read and seen,
My heels became cold,
Still those unanswered texts are,
worth more than gold!

All these years,she was in a battle with society
But she realised her importance and uniqueness
And then, she emerged out of the battlefield with her glistening sword high
Without any regret,without any sigh..

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All these years,she was in a battle with society
But she realised her importance and uniqueness
And then, she emerged out of the battlefield with her glistening sword high
Without any regret,without any sigh..

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You are a plant
that flowers once

Expect surprise
if it's all you have

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#AhmadMusa

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I tried to pull away,
But my hands were tied.
I bit at the ropes,
That bound me inside.

As I lie encaged
Inside four walls,
The birds chirp,
The mountain calls.

I am yet not aware,
Of the bird's sweet song,
The mountain's tall glory,
For I've been here all along.

What they are like,
I cannot but see,
But I lie encaged in hope,
Of someday setting free.

There suddenly appears
A narrow crack in the wall.
I press my face against it,
And now I feel so small.

I can see blue,
When a beam of light
Enters through the crack,
Warming my plight.

I feel what I never have,
I feel ever expansive,
A part of something greater,
Like I'm no more held captive.

For my mind is a parachute,
Like a shot I realise,
It will only live as long as
It's open to the skies.

-Aarushi Tahilramani

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Past was then,Present is now,
Finally! found the one,
swinging on a rainbow
upside down.

Alright here goes

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#prompt
#shortstory

I am in a waiting room at the Great Writers Dilemma Hospital waiting for my turn to cure my writers block.

It all started after I finished my novel, "The End is a Tend". The book took me a whole year to write. It was all about how everything, real or hardship, good or evil, comes to an end unarguably. That book drained my energy so badly, I feel like I dont have anything left in my creative side.

While I was waiting, there was a book titled "How to start over?". It was about a writers hardships and how it can help a writer in starting fresh. The book had a few nice strategies to begin with. I will share one tip here for my fellow reader. It said to look into the surroundings and absorb every minor detail. Make a note of everything and then start reflecting. This way, the writer will have a good creative mind state and be able to write.

As I almost finished the book, I heared a voice over the speakers calling my name. It was my turn to see the doctor. Will I be able to heal my weakness? Will I finish another book this time next year? Will I be enjoying my time writing? I was hoping all will be well while I headed to the doctors room.

The End

Voice of Poetry

This is his voice
I've heard him many times.
I can't describe it, but
can imitate him,
as a poet

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He has had infinite memories with her
He has had thousands of pictures with her
He has been her saviour
To him,she was a warrior.
Millions of 3 AM conversation,
They were the true definition of perfection
He was there through the period cramps,
He was her life's lamp..
"Your boyfriend?" They asked
"My bestfriend ", she smiled..

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He has had infinite memories with her
He has had thousands of pictures with her
He has been her saviour
To him,she was a warrior.
Millions of 3 AM conversation,
They were the true definition of perfection
He was there through the period cramps,
He was her life's lamp..
"Your boyfriend?" They asked
"My bestfriend ", she smiled..

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#review #Go #prologue O' Lost

Between the leafs of a dawn, the poet’s soul arises, the writer’s spirit writes, and the head of a
Mathematician goes far beyond. But underneath those, there was a boy, no less a man than the
others, and a girl whom by Wagner the queen of Valkyries was called. The Dark was shown upon
London, and the bright in shores of Thames, no Leader, no Queen nor King, the vicious people
appeared, the river was full of Dark mysteries, but how come such proud river allowed the invaders
with their tools and fools, with their machines and means, that were never seen before, struck
London Bridge with a cannon so powerful, we had thought the sun was beneath our own noses. But
a conquest is no more than a act of treason to ourselves, as the British people tried before, now
beasts and beings of another world do as they pleased, we betray ourselves for thinking we are the
ones in control, but believe in these words, no will is left uncontrolled and there’s no action that
doesn’t have another with the same strength. The boy, with the small stature, that was no man, leads
another army, but was it the English? Was it the Vicious? No, another one. The boy that shall be
know as William, the protector, was once just another orphan, but now, he has become the greatest
of men. The Army of William makes a stand in Westminster, alongside his wife, he shouts:
- Today we may die, but nevertheless, we will live forever. Who of you are with me? – And by that
cry of victory, the Armies confront turns, who will conquer? Who will die?

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#shortstory

TITLE : THE LONGEST JOURNEY


Once we decided to visit The Istanbul but we didn't have enough money that's why we couldn't go by airplane so we decided to go by the car. My parents was genuinely transparent with everyone. Our journey was long but fascinating as well. My little brother was indignant because it was the longest journey that we were experiencing of our life also our car was mediocre. On the way of our journey we saw a lot of cars, gigantic trucks.. etc. The street was prompt but crowded by filthy people who were just throwing out the trash through the windows. Sometimes I got reluctant because I thought that our journey will never ends. All of a sudden the weather got foggy and Before I could barely even see outside, it was extremely blurry already. After that we were really famished so we went to one of the restaurants but the food was bland and my younger brother was fickle that even he couldn't decide what would he likes to eat. But my dad and mom were savvy and brilliant that they place the order.
So it was a memorable journey though it's a cool journey because it was the longest journey of the life.

THE INTROVERT EXTROVERT❤️

An introvert in people's eye,
Was an extrovert at heart..
She was known to be shy
But talking was her art..

She kept things to herself,
Her thoughts were stars,
She realied on herself,
Cuz she has had many scars..

She knew what's her power
She was a blooming flower,
She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful.

She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful..!!

#akshita #review # poem

THE INTROVERT EXTROVERT❤️

An introvert in people's eye,
Was an extrovert at heart..
She was known to be shy
But talking was her art..

She kept things to herself,
Her thoughts were stars,
She realied on herself,
Cuz she has had many scars..

She knew what's her power
She was a blooming flower,
She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful.

She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful..!!

#akshita #review #poem

THE INTROVERT EXTROVERT❤️

An introvert in people's eye,
Was an extrovert at heart..
She was known to be shy
But talking was her art..

She kept things to herself,
Her thoughts were stars,
She realied on herself,
Cuz she has had many scars..

She knew what's her power
She was a blooming flower,
She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful.

She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful..!!

#akshita #review #poem

#review
this is really good
I feel this is my journey and I enjoyed it but I think you should describe more as you wrote this was the longest journey of your life.
In the starting, it seems good and interesting but I think in the last you haste
But it was good I really enjoyed it. Keep writing
I will wait for your next work

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Title: The Bastard Prince

PART-1: Epilogue

Between the leafs of a dawn, the poet’s soul arises, the writer’s spirit writes, and the head of a Mathematician goes far beyond. But underneath those, there was a boy, no less a man than the others, and a girl whom by Wagner the queen of Valkyries was called. The Dark was shown upon London, and the bright shores of the Thames, no Leader, no Queen nor King, the vicious people appeared, the river was full of Dark mysteries, but how come such proud river allowed the invaders with their tools and fools, with their machines and means, that were never seen before, struck London Bridge with a cannon so powerful, we had thought the sun was beneath our own noses. But a conquest is no more than a act of treason to ourselves, as the British people tried before, now beasts and beings of another world do as they pleased, we betray ourselves for thinking we are the ones in control, but believe in these words, no will is left uncontrolled and there’s no action that doesn’t have another with the same strength. The boy, with the small stature, that was no man, leads another army, but was it the English? Was it the Vicious? No, another one. The boy that shall be know as William, the protector, was once just another orphan, but now, he has become the greatest of men. The Army of William makes a stand in Westminster, alongside his wife, he shouts:
- Today we may die, but nevertheless, we will live forever. Who of you are with me? – And by that cry of victory, the Armies confront turns, who will conquer? Who will die?

THE INTROVERT EXTROVERT❤️

An introvert in people's eye,
Was an extrovert at heart..
She was known to be shy
But talking was her art..

She kept things to herself,
Her thoughts were stars,
She relied on herself,
Cause she has had many scars..

She knew what's her power
She was a blooming flower,
She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful.

She was now graceful,
And not anymore fearful..!!

#poem #review #akshita

Good Old Kim Jong

Hey, everybody! I am kim Jong,
I am the ruler of my own kingdom.
Dicipline maintained like dumb Dom
He just doesn't seem like a dom.
Indeed he’s a Don.

Ohh really, he looks like chubby doll.
But he is busy on a call.
So let's go to next mall to buy new doll.
Where he crawls in the mall full of dolls, lol.

He was invited to every stall.
But folks refused to give him a doll.
And he floats, dull.
Now he got thrown out on the roads.

But the road is full of snow.
So he slipped with easy go.
Snow man got us glow.
And dumb Jong started to bloat.
So the dumb Jong took off his coat.

But Jong is so dumb he passed an abusive blow.
The air current got us below.
And just like that we went by flow.
Jong is completely Kong who understands only monk.

Thus Kong becomes funk,
with a head filled with snow.
But Jong is now thinking of something which happened long ago.
So he becomes sad and cursed his ego.

Then he meets his amigo.
Who still has a white flamingo.
But it still looks like akimbo.
But he feels like mo gembo.

To play the piano.
Does he even own a piano?
It's a secret as Jong doesn't even know.
But no one cared, so let's hit the boll.

The sol sobbed and roll.
And hit him in the face, poor Jong.
But wait! Our little jong wants to ding dong.
But it was night so he went home and rang the bell (ring rong).

It reminded him of his favourite song.
The melody never made him feel wrong.
Because it makes him feel strong.
And want to fly so long.

But a heavy weight he had to drag along.
Now he is feeling like King - Kong.
And the ground felt like his rage ring.
He hit his foes with one swing.

But it looks like none other than a zing.
And flapped his heavenly wings.
Just then, his body felt a ting.
And he's looking for something to cling.

And he made a little fling
Which caused the wind to sting.
Now our little Jong is searching for the missing string.
While having something to drink.

Then, he found the link
But he smells something that stinks.
He saw a ghost that was sweet enough to wink.
It also wore a pink mink.

I think it needs to see a shrink.
and it's where John feels like he is on a brink.
And finally the ghost, in the darkness, it sinks.

*Authors note - This Poem is a collaborative effort of 6 people namingly - Praveen, Tejas, Anonymous, Ladulal, Sor3h and Sheetal.
I hope you will like it, please drop your constructive feedbacks 😊.

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