#review
#Aarushi
#poem
Title: ART
Art was always fascinating to me,
it left me mesmerised,
because the artist may come and go,
but the art was immortalized.
On walls, on paper, or in someone's moves and eyes,
art is always a sight to see,
because even if the artist's body was trapped,
their soul was set free.
To some art is a refuge,
for some it is a passion,
for some it is as refreshing and surprisingly,
as a life after reincarnation.
People,all from different backgrounds,
bought together under the roof of art,
art is a religion is itself,
this stuck to me as its best part.
After thinking too much,
contemplating for too long,
I decided to set foot in the world of art,
that's how my first poem came along.
Author's note: A: Amazing
R: Rejuvenating
T: Timeless
😊😊
#Aarushi
#poem
Title: ART
Art was always fascinating to me,
it left me mesmerised,
because the artist may come and go,
but the art was immortalized.
On walls, on paper, or in someone's moves and eyes,
art is always a sight to see,
because even if the artist's body was trapped,
their soul was set free.
To some art is a refuge,
for some it is a passion,
for some it is as refreshing and surprisingly,
as a life after reincarnation.
People,all from different backgrounds,
bought together under the roof of art,
art is a religion is itself,
this stuck to me as its best part.
After thinking too much,
contemplating for too long,
I decided to set foot in the world of art,
that's how my first poem came along.
Author's note: A: Amazing
R: Rejuvenating
T: Timeless
😊😊
Value
Once I walked by a little stream,
Peeping houses very keen,
My little house was full,
nausiatic, foul and dull.
I carried with me along ,
Dirty shoes and logs of wood.
My mother told me not to wrong,
Just Throw them in the woods .
My stomach was hungry,
It made me angry,
I bought a bun from a passer by
On eating I thought I would die .
Came across a little tot
When I was on my way,
I saw him picking up the bun
That I had thrown on the way.
I saw a girl barefoot
Waking without her sparefoot,
I bend and gave her boots,
That I once called a foul noob.
Then my lord I saw man ,
Who was shivering in the cold
I could not help but give him logs,
then I walked away in bold.
Do we ever stop and think,
What Almighty gave to us
What clothes we have
What food we eat ,
Millions of people there by
Are just left alone to die.
#review #Shashwat #poem
Once I walked by a little stream,
Peeping houses very keen,
My little house was full,
nausiatic, foul and dull.
I carried with me along ,
Dirty shoes and logs of wood.
My mother told me not to wrong,
Just Throw them in the woods .
My stomach was hungry,
It made me angry,
I bought a bun from a passer by
On eating I thought I would die .
Came across a little tot
When I was on my way,
I saw him picking up the bun
That I had thrown on the way.
I saw a girl barefoot
Waking without her sparefoot,
I bend and gave her boots,
That I once called a foul noob.
Then my lord I saw man ,
Who was shivering in the cold
I could not help but give him logs,
then I walked away in bold.
Do we ever stop and think,
What Almighty gave to us
What clothes we have
What food we eat ,
Millions of people there by
Are just left alone to die.
#review #Shashwat #poem
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 7
Edwin takes the support of the door frame. An invisible hand seems to have grabbed him by his throat. Weakness, like barbed wires, runs through his legs, and boulders of heaviness sit on his chest. His eyes burn, looking into the sun of painful reality and seeing the seemingly unreal and unimaginable. A cruel knot tightens in his throat choking him. His shock clearly shows itself on his face and Nadia can't help but look perplexed at such an expression. He looks like he has seen an unexpected funeral of someone he loves.
Raquel sits in the corner, quietly enjoying the soothing tunes on the piano. Everyone in the piano room is familiar with her so no one takes her as an intruder, rather most people consider her the sole audience and focus on playing better for her. Even the piano teacher had to agree that Raquel's presence and her cheerful words at the end of an individual’s turn had greatly helped people learn.
The summer season is already in full swing and the bandages on Raquel's hand irritates her. The room is too densely packed for the fan to be of any use. Sweat runs down Raquel's back, traces her backbone giving her a chilly sensation on a hot day. There is a very clingy smell in the hall; a mixture of sweat, colognes, food, medicines, and old wood from the chairs which makes the air feel heavier than it actually is. And on top of it fly and mosquitoes buzz around her head making it hard for her to relax. Despite the pain in her hands, the interruptions by the flies and mosquitoes drive her so mad that she tries to swat them away, swinging her hand across her face, with her ears being her only aid to know where to hit.
Dr. Edwin has had enough to look; his face has taken a crimson hue from the blood that has been pooled in there. Without saying a word he leaves. Nadia stays behind unable to understand what was going on. So she decides that she should go on with her duty. Dr. Edwin sits in his cabin clutching his stress ball and pressing it hard, almost with a conviction that if he does so hard enough he would un-see what he has seen. He throws the ball away finally in exasperation. Then he hides his face in his hand and runs his hand up to his hair every once in awhile dishevelling them. He could look at his reflection in the glass cabin, the sullen face, and messed up hair and he realizes that he looks exactly what he feels inside; messed up. Imagine a beautiful flower in your garden. You love it and you take care of it. And then one day you find out that someone plucked that flower and crushed it under his cruel feet. You feel hurt and disappointed. You feel angry, you feel lost and you feel inexplicably sad. That's what he has been feeling like, seeing his old friend here in the Institution as a patient.
Raquel and Edwin were together in the college. They were of the same batch. They sat together, ate together, made their assignments together, and took the punishment for each other. When Edwin was low he knew he could count on Raquel and the same was true for Raquel too, even though they were never best friends so to speak of or even romantically involved. They had their own partners and yet if something went wrong in their life they would turn to each other with trust and understanding that they had each other’s back. That sentiment was mutual.
They lost touch a few years back when Edwin decided to help people around the world, a decision that was opposed by everyone; everyone but Raquel. She was the only one who served him up with both the emotional and financial support to make that leap of faith. She was the one who encouraged him to work on his dreams and to threaten him to not go too far in his ambition so as to forget himself.
PART 1:
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PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
PART 6
https://t.me/WritersClub/310054
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Part 7
Edwin takes the support of the door frame. An invisible hand seems to have grabbed him by his throat. Weakness, like barbed wires, runs through his legs, and boulders of heaviness sit on his chest. His eyes burn, looking into the sun of painful reality and seeing the seemingly unreal and unimaginable. A cruel knot tightens in his throat choking him. His shock clearly shows itself on his face and Nadia can't help but look perplexed at such an expression. He looks like he has seen an unexpected funeral of someone he loves.
Raquel sits in the corner, quietly enjoying the soothing tunes on the piano. Everyone in the piano room is familiar with her so no one takes her as an intruder, rather most people consider her the sole audience and focus on playing better for her. Even the piano teacher had to agree that Raquel's presence and her cheerful words at the end of an individual’s turn had greatly helped people learn.
The summer season is already in full swing and the bandages on Raquel's hand irritates her. The room is too densely packed for the fan to be of any use. Sweat runs down Raquel's back, traces her backbone giving her a chilly sensation on a hot day. There is a very clingy smell in the hall; a mixture of sweat, colognes, food, medicines, and old wood from the chairs which makes the air feel heavier than it actually is. And on top of it fly and mosquitoes buzz around her head making it hard for her to relax. Despite the pain in her hands, the interruptions by the flies and mosquitoes drive her so mad that she tries to swat them away, swinging her hand across her face, with her ears being her only aid to know where to hit.
Dr. Edwin has had enough to look; his face has taken a crimson hue from the blood that has been pooled in there. Without saying a word he leaves. Nadia stays behind unable to understand what was going on. So she decides that she should go on with her duty. Dr. Edwin sits in his cabin clutching his stress ball and pressing it hard, almost with a conviction that if he does so hard enough he would un-see what he has seen. He throws the ball away finally in exasperation. Then he hides his face in his hand and runs his hand up to his hair every once in awhile dishevelling them. He could look at his reflection in the glass cabin, the sullen face, and messed up hair and he realizes that he looks exactly what he feels inside; messed up. Imagine a beautiful flower in your garden. You love it and you take care of it. And then one day you find out that someone plucked that flower and crushed it under his cruel feet. You feel hurt and disappointed. You feel angry, you feel lost and you feel inexplicably sad. That's what he has been feeling like, seeing his old friend here in the Institution as a patient.
Raquel and Edwin were together in the college. They were of the same batch. They sat together, ate together, made their assignments together, and took the punishment for each other. When Edwin was low he knew he could count on Raquel and the same was true for Raquel too, even though they were never best friends so to speak of or even romantically involved. They had their own partners and yet if something went wrong in their life they would turn to each other with trust and understanding that they had each other’s back. That sentiment was mutual.
They lost touch a few years back when Edwin decided to help people around the world, a decision that was opposed by everyone; everyone but Raquel. She was the only one who served him up with both the emotional and financial support to make that leap of faith. She was the one who encouraged him to work on his dreams and to threaten him to not go too far in his ambition so as to forget himself.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
PART 6
https://t.me/WritersClub/310054
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
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#everyone
The Price Is Paid
Eyes show. It is all in them. Kindness, cruelty, love, hatred, relief, pain, courage... fear. How impressive, when a colored eye—be it brown or green, blue or black—seems so colorless when terror cripples it. How magnificent, when a look at yellow, possessive eyes takes one’s fear to a height so tall that swallowing becomes a test to the throat. Danro never remembers seeing other than aggression and bravery in Blacky’s yellow eyes. Affection sometimes; after all, Danro has been its home. Its pair took getting used to. Cross the line and that marks your final sip of life, they warn. And black fur clothing it from head to toe accentuates his need to tear lives asunder.
Hadly, however, possessed a different presence. His faintly gray eyes betray the tender spot within it, friendly and warm. Gray fur, only his legs white like snow, blazes under a shiny sun as if it is going to be a charming day. But by no means do the kind colors and eyes seduce Danro into assuming it calmer than Blacky. His growls are breezes to shiver the marrows of his prey. His gaze glares at their souls.
Who’d have thought those two small puppies he found cuddled behind a mountain of leaves to become his guardians? They were all thick furs, harmless. But the woods shaped them; hours with an empty stomach taught them to hunt, days with hungry beasts taught them to bite. Limited choices are one’s savior, one might presume, but they owe it all to this boy, Danro: a buffy kid with fluffy jawline, big nose, and kinky hair. He took them, fed them, protected them. His cave sheltered the dusks, and his deft hands urged fire from sticks to heat the cold darkness. Rabbits and cats meant their survival, and soon when the wolves’ jaws toughened, deers were added—lots of flesh, and a large kill gags the wolves with lives.
Their faith was tested when he has brought dog puppies to their little pack. Envy. Blacky wanted no more than to flex his teeth in their veins, Hadly even worse. Their bloody desire, though, lasted short; he still fondled Blacky under the ears and tendered Hadly warmly. The twelve dogs now admit Blacky as alpha and fear Hadly no less.
Presumably, more puppies are whining, some abandoned and some lost.
The woods has no favorites; everybody but the strong dies. At night, when darkness flutes owls’ screeches and snakes’ sizzles and crickets’ swishes, he favors a slumber with an eye open. Safety is always in question—it has to be. Though he closes the cave with a huge stone, the circle boulder rolls only once and stubbornly grips the earth, leaving it ajar. Other wolves can slip in and make a pond of his blood. Snakes can skid past his guard of wolves to sneak a fang in, and the unspeakable befall the victims of these slimy predators, he has seen. He fears them most and wonders if a hawk or two will befriend him. Quite the gang he has formed, and their number helps to repel most dangers but in doubt to ensure abundant life.
Even sleeping is sometimes his enemy. When his eyelids shut and doze off, he exists in another world. A smiley, bearded man comes, sticks some sticks together, and rubs them in a way. As the rubbing speeds up, the man’s beam grows strange. Is he smiling or biting his teeth hard?
Smoke then begins, fire following. The fire gnaws all the stick and then the hands. The man keeps rubbing the melting flesh together. The smell resembles a piece of rabbit Danro burns over the flames for dinner. His beaming teeth chitters to the jaws.
Danro flees the spot, his eyes colorless, and a woman meets him. Her curved lips house patience. She curls arms around him, and whispers, "Mami has been bad, please forgive her part..." He exhales at ease at that moment. Her hug then girds him too tight and knocks the air out of his chest.
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#everyone
The Price Is Paid
Eyes show. It is all in them. Kindness, cruelty, love, hatred, relief, pain, courage... fear. How impressive, when a colored eye—be it brown or green, blue or black—seems so colorless when terror cripples it. How magnificent, when a look at yellow, possessive eyes takes one’s fear to a height so tall that swallowing becomes a test to the throat. Danro never remembers seeing other than aggression and bravery in Blacky’s yellow eyes. Affection sometimes; after all, Danro has been its home. Its pair took getting used to. Cross the line and that marks your final sip of life, they warn. And black fur clothing it from head to toe accentuates his need to tear lives asunder.
Hadly, however, possessed a different presence. His faintly gray eyes betray the tender spot within it, friendly and warm. Gray fur, only his legs white like snow, blazes under a shiny sun as if it is going to be a charming day. But by no means do the kind colors and eyes seduce Danro into assuming it calmer than Blacky. His growls are breezes to shiver the marrows of his prey. His gaze glares at their souls.
Who’d have thought those two small puppies he found cuddled behind a mountain of leaves to become his guardians? They were all thick furs, harmless. But the woods shaped them; hours with an empty stomach taught them to hunt, days with hungry beasts taught them to bite. Limited choices are one’s savior, one might presume, but they owe it all to this boy, Danro: a buffy kid with fluffy jawline, big nose, and kinky hair. He took them, fed them, protected them. His cave sheltered the dusks, and his deft hands urged fire from sticks to heat the cold darkness. Rabbits and cats meant their survival, and soon when the wolves’ jaws toughened, deers were added—lots of flesh, and a large kill gags the wolves with lives.
Their faith was tested when he has brought dog puppies to their little pack. Envy. Blacky wanted no more than to flex his teeth in their veins, Hadly even worse. Their bloody desire, though, lasted short; he still fondled Blacky under the ears and tendered Hadly warmly. The twelve dogs now admit Blacky as alpha and fear Hadly no less.
Presumably, more puppies are whining, some abandoned and some lost.
The woods has no favorites; everybody but the strong dies. At night, when darkness flutes owls’ screeches and snakes’ sizzles and crickets’ swishes, he favors a slumber with an eye open. Safety is always in question—it has to be. Though he closes the cave with a huge stone, the circle boulder rolls only once and stubbornly grips the earth, leaving it ajar. Other wolves can slip in and make a pond of his blood. Snakes can skid past his guard of wolves to sneak a fang in, and the unspeakable befall the victims of these slimy predators, he has seen. He fears them most and wonders if a hawk or two will befriend him. Quite the gang he has formed, and their number helps to repel most dangers but in doubt to ensure abundant life.
Even sleeping is sometimes his enemy. When his eyelids shut and doze off, he exists in another world. A smiley, bearded man comes, sticks some sticks together, and rubs them in a way. As the rubbing speeds up, the man’s beam grows strange. Is he smiling or biting his teeth hard?
Smoke then begins, fire following. The fire gnaws all the stick and then the hands. The man keeps rubbing the melting flesh together. The smell resembles a piece of rabbit Danro burns over the flames for dinner. His beaming teeth chitters to the jaws.
Danro flees the spot, his eyes colorless, and a woman meets him. Her curved lips house patience. She curls arms around him, and whispers, "Mami has been bad, please forgive her part..." He exhales at ease at that moment. Her hug then girds him too tight and knocks the air out of his chest.
Craving
I've never imagined my life without you in it.
You've been there, every second, every minute.
For, when you aren't there,
I look for you
with madness, everywhere.
I'm obsessed with you
I won't agree, but yeah,
it's true.
I crave for you,
your eyes
where I see my paradise
your arms
that make me warm
your ear
when I whisper
your nose
when you're close
your palms
on my hips
your lips
on my lips.
With you, I feel the connection
of love and attraction.
You are my love,
you are my life.
If you cannot be mine,
I'll take a knife.
I'll hit you on your head
and give you a stab.
Cut you into pieces,
stuff you in a bag.
Baby, I'll keep you safe,
with me, always.
Not in my memory,
instead, in my treasury.
#review #everyone #poem #AS
I've never imagined my life without you in it.
You've been there, every second, every minute.
For, when you aren't there,
I look for you
with madness, everywhere.
I'm obsessed with you
I won't agree, but yeah,
it's true.
I crave for you,
your eyes
where I see my paradise
your arms
that make me warm
your ear
when I whisper
your nose
when you're close
your palms
on my hips
your lips
on my lips.
With you, I feel the connection
of love and attraction.
You are my love,
you are my life.
If you cannot be mine,
I'll take a knife.
I'll hit you on your head
and give you a stab.
Cut you into pieces,
stuff you in a bag.
Baby, I'll keep you safe,
with me, always.
Not in my memory,
instead, in my treasury.
#review #everyone #poem #AS
Love Mistake
I've made a mistake, you reminded me,
An insufferable heartbreak that've grown stronger each day,
An overwhelming ache that've shown what was it like to be betrayed,
Just shut your eyes and sleep the long night away.
So numb, you've made me the person I've become,
The countless tears evaporated by the years,
You were too busy chasing meteors in the sky for wishes,
Never notice me back when I fell into a deep abyss,
Never realise my knees were ripped apart with wounds,
But that was okay because you were my only one,
As I continued to run after you without making a sound.
My world was obstreperous, yours were a paradise,
So incompatible but yet it was fine,
Maybe I was too diverted in smiling at your shines,
Never expected that my emotions were on the line,
You were mine, until the end of my heartbeat,
And I drowned alone in this agony game of repeat.
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I've made a mistake, you reminded me,
An insufferable heartbreak that've grown stronger each day,
An overwhelming ache that've shown what was it like to be betrayed,
Just shut your eyes and sleep the long night away.
So numb, you've made me the person I've become,
The countless tears evaporated by the years,
You were too busy chasing meteors in the sky for wishes,
Never notice me back when I fell into a deep abyss,
Never realise my knees were ripped apart with wounds,
But that was okay because you were my only one,
As I continued to run after you without making a sound.
My world was obstreperous, yours were a paradise,
So incompatible but yet it was fine,
Maybe I was too diverted in smiling at your shines,
Never expected that my emotions were on the line,
You were mine, until the end of my heartbeat,
And I drowned alone in this agony game of repeat.
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TITLE: JOURNEY LOOP
A WOMEN OF AGE AROUND 70-80 YEARS WAS STANDING ON A PLATFORM OF AUTO RICKSHAW STAND. SHE WAS WAITING FOR A RICKSHAW WHICH WOULD TAKE TO HER NEXT DESTINATION. SHE HAD RAN FROM AN OLDAGE HOUSE, AS SHE HATED THE HOSPITALITY OFFERED BY THEM.
GRANNY HAD ALREADY CROSSED HER LIMITS OF LIFE. SHE HAD NO HOUSE TO GO. SHE WAS TIRED OF SWEATING UNDER THE 40^CELSIUS SUN OF NOW A DAYS. WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG, SHE HAD CONFRONTED USUALLY BELOW 35^CELSIUS SUN.
OLD WOMEN BADLY DESERVED A HOUSE NOW. SHE HAD A VERY POOR EARNING ONCE. SHE HAD A HECTIC LIFE AND THREE SONS. THOSE SONS WHO HAD ONCE ATE THE EARNINGS OF THEIR MOTHER HAD THROWN OUT HER FROM THEIR RESPECTIVE HOUSES TO A OLD, CHEAP OLD AGE HOME LATER. THOSE THREE HAD TURNED HEADACHE FOR HER FOR ALL THREE TENSES.
FINALLY A RICKSHAW CAME DOWN THE STREETS TO THE STAND, A YOUNG MAN AGED ABOUT 23-24 YEARS HAD DRIVEN THE RICKSHAW. HE SAW A GRANDMOTHER WHO WAS SWEATING HARD UNDER THE HOT SUN, DESPERATELY WAITING FOR SOME SHELTER.
HE THEN SMILING PICKED UP A BOTTLE FROM THE SIDE OF HIS SEAT AND GAVE IT TO OLD WOMEN TELLING, "GRANNY, TAKE A SEAT BEHIND ME. I THINK YOU ARE VERY THIRSTY OF THIS LIFE. I COULD READ YOUR MIND THAT YOU WANT SOME SHELTER." GRANNY'S FACE LIT LIKE LIGHTS AND SHE GAVE A BEAUTIFUL SMILE TO THE BOY AND ANSWERED, "THANK YOU MY CHILD A LOT". YOUNG MAN REPLIED, "COME WITH ME MY GRANNY, I WILL TAKE YOU TO MY HOME. THINK THAT IT IS YOUR OWN, YOU ARE SAME LIKE MY GRANNY, SHINING BRIGHTLY, BEING PROUD OF HER LIFE." OLD LADY SMILED AGAIN TO HIM AND THE RICKSHAW TOOK A RESTART AND SPEED ITSELF AND SUDDENLY IT VANISHED LEAVING BEHIND GLITTER OF STARS!
SAMHITH
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A WOMEN OF AGE AROUND 70-80 YEARS WAS STANDING ON A PLATFORM OF AUTO RICKSHAW STAND. SHE WAS WAITING FOR A RICKSHAW WHICH WOULD TAKE TO HER NEXT DESTINATION. SHE HAD RAN FROM AN OLDAGE HOUSE, AS SHE HATED THE HOSPITALITY OFFERED BY THEM.
GRANNY HAD ALREADY CROSSED HER LIMITS OF LIFE. SHE HAD NO HOUSE TO GO. SHE WAS TIRED OF SWEATING UNDER THE 40^CELSIUS SUN OF NOW A DAYS. WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG, SHE HAD CONFRONTED USUALLY BELOW 35^CELSIUS SUN.
OLD WOMEN BADLY DESERVED A HOUSE NOW. SHE HAD A VERY POOR EARNING ONCE. SHE HAD A HECTIC LIFE AND THREE SONS. THOSE SONS WHO HAD ONCE ATE THE EARNINGS OF THEIR MOTHER HAD THROWN OUT HER FROM THEIR RESPECTIVE HOUSES TO A OLD, CHEAP OLD AGE HOME LATER. THOSE THREE HAD TURNED HEADACHE FOR HER FOR ALL THREE TENSES.
FINALLY A RICKSHAW CAME DOWN THE STREETS TO THE STAND, A YOUNG MAN AGED ABOUT 23-24 YEARS HAD DRIVEN THE RICKSHAW. HE SAW A GRANDMOTHER WHO WAS SWEATING HARD UNDER THE HOT SUN, DESPERATELY WAITING FOR SOME SHELTER.
HE THEN SMILING PICKED UP A BOTTLE FROM THE SIDE OF HIS SEAT AND GAVE IT TO OLD WOMEN TELLING, "GRANNY, TAKE A SEAT BEHIND ME. I THINK YOU ARE VERY THIRSTY OF THIS LIFE. I COULD READ YOUR MIND THAT YOU WANT SOME SHELTER." GRANNY'S FACE LIT LIKE LIGHTS AND SHE GAVE A BEAUTIFUL SMILE TO THE BOY AND ANSWERED, "THANK YOU MY CHILD A LOT". YOUNG MAN REPLIED, "COME WITH ME MY GRANNY, I WILL TAKE YOU TO MY HOME. THINK THAT IT IS YOUR OWN, YOU ARE SAME LIKE MY GRANNY, SHINING BRIGHTLY, BEING PROUD OF HER LIFE." OLD LADY SMILED AGAIN TO HIM AND THE RICKSHAW TOOK A RESTART AND SPEED ITSELF AND SUDDENLY IT VANISHED LEAVING BEHIND GLITTER OF STARS!
SAMHITH
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Mysterious happenings were encountered at 3 am in Sofie’s city, Greenwood. On daily basis, murder was taking place at the same time, where the victims would be bisected into two parts, head a part and the body another.
This started when the serial killer dripped himself out of the prison a month before. Some say that it was suicide, not murder. But usually, how could anyone believe this fact? Could it be possible for any one to cut their own neck!
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TITLE: MURCIDE!
Sofie is a computer builder and a professional hacker. she too was very scared as she was alone in house and could be the next one to die! her parents were researchers and they had traveled to 'Green Plot Island' for a research. they were out since one and a half month. her parents were not able to connect to rest parts of the world as there was no signal out there in that abandoned island.
It was around past 2: 30 am. Countdown had already started for the next murder! Sofie in hurry, had rushed to all doors and windows of her house and closed them, and had Sat in her living room and was watching TV. About 20 minutes later, she heard a sound of glass being broken! It had come from kitchen. ‘Oh my god! same murderer’ she thought and ran towards bedroom and hid behind doors. Through a peep hole she saw the doors of kitchen open. A man with red shirt holding a long knife, entering room! he then slowly went in to living room. Suddenly, TV channel made a loud announcement that, “the time is three and you are going to die”. The killer turned towards the television screen, he saw a black and white hypnotizing circle rotating on the television screen. he then forgot all other things and began concentrating on the centre point of that weird circle. suddenly he came to stiff and still attention position and after three seconds he chopped his own neck! Sofie, instead of being terrorized by this incident, made a freaky grin!
One thing I left to mention was that all the murders left a common evidence that the victims where watching tv before they were dead!
Samhith
This started when the serial killer dripped himself out of the prison a month before. Some say that it was suicide, not murder. But usually, how could anyone believe this fact? Could it be possible for any one to cut their own neck!
#review #STORY #shortstory #subconsciousstory #pleasehelpinprovegrammar
TITLE: MURCIDE!
Sofie is a computer builder and a professional hacker. she too was very scared as she was alone in house and could be the next one to die! her parents were researchers and they had traveled to 'Green Plot Island' for a research. they were out since one and a half month. her parents were not able to connect to rest parts of the world as there was no signal out there in that abandoned island.
It was around past 2: 30 am. Countdown had already started for the next murder! Sofie in hurry, had rushed to all doors and windows of her house and closed them, and had Sat in her living room and was watching TV. About 20 minutes later, she heard a sound of glass being broken! It had come from kitchen. ‘Oh my god! same murderer’ she thought and ran towards bedroom and hid behind doors. Through a peep hole she saw the doors of kitchen open. A man with red shirt holding a long knife, entering room! he then slowly went in to living room. Suddenly, TV channel made a loud announcement that, “the time is three and you are going to die”. The killer turned towards the television screen, he saw a black and white hypnotizing circle rotating on the television screen. he then forgot all other things and began concentrating on the centre point of that weird circle. suddenly he came to stiff and still attention position and after three seconds he chopped his own neck! Sofie, instead of being terrorized by this incident, made a freaky grin!
One thing I left to mention was that all the murders left a common evidence that the victims where watching tv before they were dead!
Samhith
LOVE DEMANDS
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.Her face had a glimpse of happiness, but her countanence seemed to be delibrating over some other fact .
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, The fire burned giving a dazalling flame the only warm thing in entire nearby .Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
The room was brighly lit, it was painted in recent times so there was this smell of raw paint, everything was cleanly arranged.Outside the window there was heavy snowfall now.The smell of roasted goose was carried all along as Rosie had put a fresh goose in the oven.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.By the time cloxk hit 12 she done with napping the little cap.
Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.She felt as if she had been holding something from a millon decades.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth, she gave a glance her husband, a man who was heavily built he was a tall bloke, with brown hairs ,he hid his happiness but was not left unnoticed by Rosie .
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table" saying she added ,"Did you get gold instead of pages fold that you are so happy?"
Easton didn't reply just to answer he shurrgured and said -"Maybe " and then he was gone to change.
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .The smell of the goose had already made the neighbours dribble .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine . She was delibrating and proccesing in her mind great no of thoughts shd sat on the chair next to Easton.
"Great, hectic though." He said taking the glass of wine.
"I had to tell you something .." her voice was stammering, she had waited for so long to tell this news to her husband , but before she could finish she was interuppted by Easton
"Later my dear, let me have food ", He said tearing the goose into two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" Rosie sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had change, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as esamy, hundrend's of feelings was running down her spine. She had already imagied in her mind how Easton was going to react , he would keep all things aside and kiss her,and then pick her up giving rounds and rounds in glee but she thought she would stop him as it could be dangerous.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
Seeing such a dull response a rage of anger slapped her hearty emotions , all her thoughts were shatterted in a second as she could well make out the fact that Easton was not happy.
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #shashwat
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.Her face had a glimpse of happiness, but her countanence seemed to be delibrating over some other fact .
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, The fire burned giving a dazalling flame the only warm thing in entire nearby .Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
The room was brighly lit, it was painted in recent times so there was this smell of raw paint, everything was cleanly arranged.Outside the window there was heavy snowfall now.The smell of roasted goose was carried all along as Rosie had put a fresh goose in the oven.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.By the time cloxk hit 12 she done with napping the little cap.
Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.She felt as if she had been holding something from a millon decades.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth, she gave a glance her husband, a man who was heavily built he was a tall bloke, with brown hairs ,he hid his happiness but was not left unnoticed by Rosie .
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table" saying she added ,"Did you get gold instead of pages fold that you are so happy?"
Easton didn't reply just to answer he shurrgured and said -"Maybe " and then he was gone to change.
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .The smell of the goose had already made the neighbours dribble .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine . She was delibrating and proccesing in her mind great no of thoughts shd sat on the chair next to Easton.
"Great, hectic though." He said taking the glass of wine.
"I had to tell you something .." her voice was stammering, she had waited for so long to tell this news to her husband , but before she could finish she was interuppted by Easton
"Later my dear, let me have food ", He said tearing the goose into two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" Rosie sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had change, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as esamy, hundrend's of feelings was running down her spine. She had already imagied in her mind how Easton was going to react , he would keep all things aside and kiss her,and then pick her up giving rounds and rounds in glee but she thought she would stop him as it could be dangerous.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
Seeing such a dull response a rage of anger slapped her hearty emotions , all her thoughts were shatterted in a second as she could well make out the fact that Easton was not happy.
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #shashwat
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TITLE: BATTLE OF OMEGA
It was 2075 March 6. World was filled with absolute darkness. Jake, thought that it was approximately 9 pm as he had glanced his home clock just before he stepped the streets. He was totally tensed as he had missed his horror classes for a whole week.
I forgot to mention the schedule of life of the earth candidates in 2075.
It is like below,
*Wake at 6 pm night.
*go to warm up class at 7pm
*go to horror class at 9pm
*go to comedic class at 11pm
*go to anger class at 13pm
*go to pain class at 15pm
*go to sorrow class at 17pm
You may think that day is not mentioned any where because, in the battle of omega in year 2035, there was a fight between mercury and earth. Mercury aliens, launched a nuclear weapon on the earth, but, instead of weapon hitting the target, it hit the wrong one which was the big giant Jupiter. Enraged by this, Jupiter supported earth in the battle and launched a omega weapon on Mercury for total destruction. This weapon too, missed the target and went straight hitting the centre of the sun! Sun bursted with a huge Big Bang and due to impact, Mercury and Venus was destroyed and other left over planets being cutoff by the solar system is still moving without a orbit.
So, now the earth don't witness day!
Samhith
TITLE: BATTLE OF OMEGA
It was 2075 March 6. World was filled with absolute darkness. Jake, thought that it was approximately 9 pm as he had glanced his home clock just before he stepped the streets. He was totally tensed as he had missed his horror classes for a whole week.
I forgot to mention the schedule of life of the earth candidates in 2075.
It is like below,
*Wake at 6 pm night.
*go to warm up class at 7pm
*go to horror class at 9pm
*go to comedic class at 11pm
*go to anger class at 13pm
*go to pain class at 15pm
*go to sorrow class at 17pm
You may think that day is not mentioned any where because, in the battle of omega in year 2035, there was a fight between mercury and earth. Mercury aliens, launched a nuclear weapon on the earth, but, instead of weapon hitting the target, it hit the wrong one which was the big giant Jupiter. Enraged by this, Jupiter supported earth in the battle and launched a omega weapon on Mercury for total destruction. This weapon too, missed the target and went straight hitting the centre of the sun! Sun bursted with a huge Big Bang and due to impact, Mercury and Venus was destroyed and other left over planets being cutoff by the solar system is still moving without a orbit.
So, now the earth don't witness day!
Samhith
Oh I met an angel so sweet
Meeting her was such a treat
Demon Emma , her name read
A confused emoji and she had enough said
But I kept on messaging her like crazy
Good morning , good evening , even flowers of daisy
But I never got a reply long enough
I don't know maybe the walls of privacy were too tough
I asked her the way to her heart
But everytime she pushed me out with such an art
But I'm still here expecting a reply soon
As it's already 2 past noon
I'm stopping it here for the time
It's getting too difficult to rhyme
( Ok! It isn't actually a fictional piece. I did actually write it for somebody .)
#everyone #poem #review
Meeting her was such a treat
Demon Emma , her name read
A confused emoji and she had enough said
But I kept on messaging her like crazy
Good morning , good evening , even flowers of daisy
But I never got a reply long enough
I don't know maybe the walls of privacy were too tough
I asked her the way to her heart
But everytime she pushed me out with such an art
But I'm still here expecting a reply soon
As it's already 2 past noon
I'm stopping it here for the time
It's getting too difficult to rhyme
( Ok! It isn't actually a fictional piece. I did actually write it for somebody .)
#everyone #poem #review
LOVE DEMANDS
PART 2
PART 1 -https://t.me/WritersClub/311138
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
PART 2
PART 1 -https://t.me/WritersClub/311138
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
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LOVE DEMANDS
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair…
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair…
LOVE DEMANDS
PART 2
Ps: I wanted comments on story and not grammer.
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
PART 2
Ps: I wanted comments on story and not grammer.
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
HAPPINESS, TOGETHER.
Jim owns a café, the Happiness Café, a place where people meet and share happiness. Enter and exit smiling is their motto. No arguments is their rule.
Jim has always been a cheerful and happy man. He always goes out of his way and do good things for others and make them happy.
His art of understanding others is the one nobody understands, it's a power that Jim possess, they say. Everyone around Jim has been happy. He's the one who can make others smile no matter how bad is their time. He's always been everyone's go to person and has solutions for everyone, in his own creative way. Jim is loved by all.
Lisa is Jim's childhood friend and partner but doesn't like Jim being so helpful towards all. Lisa believes that everyone has to be on their own and no one should interfere in others lives, be it their happiness or worries.
Jim and Lisa both share a great bond but have disagreements on Jim being so nice to everyone. Lisa keeps telling Jim that God has created everybody different and all will have good and bad days and there is no point in going out and solving each and everyones issues.
For almost a month now, Jim has been looking after this family of 6, a mother and her 5 children, whose father has abandoned them and their mother. Jim looks after their meals and expenses. He has also offered Tim, the eldest of the 5, a job at his café.
Jim is not able to give enough time to Lisa as he keeps juggling between work and serving others. Lisa doesn't get enough time with Jim, which makes her sad.
"That's how life is, with sadness one learns the meaning and importance of happiness, let them live the way they are because as you sow, you shall reap. They must have done something to deserve this suffering. You've done enough good for them, a job for Tim, that's enough Jim, you don't need to do more", Lisa tells Jim.
"What wrong have I done Lisa, is helping someone a crime? Why does is make you so unhappy?", Jim cries.
"You're a thief Jim", Lisa bursts in anguish.
"I'm not a thief Lisa, why do I have to keep you telling that?", Jim yells.
"Maybe because you keep stealing everyones sadness", hopeless Lisa answers.
"Lisa, it's not stealing if I plan to give it back, I take away their sadness to return them happiness. That makes me happy Lisa, that makes happy", Jim convincingly tells Lisa.
"But Jim", Lisa cries, "You stole my happiness and ruined it. Will I get back my happiness in future?"
"Why aren't you happy Lisa?, I have always loved you", quivering, Jim asks.
"You have no time for me, I'm no more your priority, I don't see the love anymore, you're always up there for others and not me, I see it all fading away Jim, it's all fading away." Lisa bursts out.
Jim holds Lisa's hands, "Honey, you'll always be my first priority. It's only because of you and your support that I've been able to change peoples lives, this makes me happy and knowing that you are by my side makes me happier. As you said, as you sow, you shall reap, honey, let us sow together? We can make a lot of difference to others lives and our little efforts can bring many smiles. I want you to be with me and in my journey, now and forever."
Tears of happiness fall of Lisa's eyes as she promises Jim, "We're in this together for our entire lives."
#wca
#wcss
#prompt
#everyone
#review
#shortstory
#AS
Jim owns a café, the Happiness Café, a place where people meet and share happiness. Enter and exit smiling is their motto. No arguments is their rule.
Jim has always been a cheerful and happy man. He always goes out of his way and do good things for others and make them happy.
His art of understanding others is the one nobody understands, it's a power that Jim possess, they say. Everyone around Jim has been happy. He's the one who can make others smile no matter how bad is their time. He's always been everyone's go to person and has solutions for everyone, in his own creative way. Jim is loved by all.
Lisa is Jim's childhood friend and partner but doesn't like Jim being so helpful towards all. Lisa believes that everyone has to be on their own and no one should interfere in others lives, be it their happiness or worries.
Jim and Lisa both share a great bond but have disagreements on Jim being so nice to everyone. Lisa keeps telling Jim that God has created everybody different and all will have good and bad days and there is no point in going out and solving each and everyones issues.
For almost a month now, Jim has been looking after this family of 6, a mother and her 5 children, whose father has abandoned them and their mother. Jim looks after their meals and expenses. He has also offered Tim, the eldest of the 5, a job at his café.
Jim is not able to give enough time to Lisa as he keeps juggling between work and serving others. Lisa doesn't get enough time with Jim, which makes her sad.
"That's how life is, with sadness one learns the meaning and importance of happiness, let them live the way they are because as you sow, you shall reap. They must have done something to deserve this suffering. You've done enough good for them, a job for Tim, that's enough Jim, you don't need to do more", Lisa tells Jim.
"What wrong have I done Lisa, is helping someone a crime? Why does is make you so unhappy?", Jim cries.
"You're a thief Jim", Lisa bursts in anguish.
"I'm not a thief Lisa, why do I have to keep you telling that?", Jim yells.
"Maybe because you keep stealing everyones sadness", hopeless Lisa answers.
"Lisa, it's not stealing if I plan to give it back, I take away their sadness to return them happiness. That makes me happy Lisa, that makes happy", Jim convincingly tells Lisa.
"But Jim", Lisa cries, "You stole my happiness and ruined it. Will I get back my happiness in future?"
"Why aren't you happy Lisa?, I have always loved you", quivering, Jim asks.
"You have no time for me, I'm no more your priority, I don't see the love anymore, you're always up there for others and not me, I see it all fading away Jim, it's all fading away." Lisa bursts out.
Jim holds Lisa's hands, "Honey, you'll always be my first priority. It's only because of you and your support that I've been able to change peoples lives, this makes me happy and knowing that you are by my side makes me happier. As you said, as you sow, you shall reap, honey, let us sow together? We can make a lot of difference to others lives and our little efforts can bring many smiles. I want you to be with me and in my journey, now and forever."
Tears of happiness fall of Lisa's eyes as she promises Jim, "We're in this together for our entire lives."
#wca
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#prompt
#everyone
#review
#shortstory
#AS
Past!
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!
Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!
The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my own foe with time.
It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment, anyone
No one overlooks about your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
This erratic chunks cant be jolted again!
Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavouring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows its impossible!
Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
#review #ae #poetry
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!
Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!
The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my own foe with time.
It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment, anyone
No one overlooks about your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
This erratic chunks cant be jolted again!
Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavouring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows its impossible!
Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
#review #ae #poetry
...I G'uess…
dotted sketch on cloud9
by - chandhu.
" I G'uess I'm not responding to the things in the way I'm supposed to,
but not that I don't want to.
I'm always on cloud9 when I see "through" them,
also I found some glittering dots among them,
so I tried nervously to connect them,
and I got a beautiful sketch out of them,
though It's just an outline I got after joining them.
yet it's so wonderful to my sight,
I'm not sure if I connected them right.
that's why I'm stepping back every time,
saying something less from my mind.
I was already shown a "back off" sign before long time,
even though I never intended to cross a line.
that's when the art of heart got removed from the equation,
so now this artist is hesitating to fill in some colour into this dotted sketch.
maybe that caution sign had ingrained so hard in my brain,
now diluting these glittering dots into vain.
I'm not blaming anything here,
but it's so hard to see something on horizon standing now here.
so I'm not taking the initiative, because maybe I'll just melt this wonderful cool cloud with my misinterpretation warmth.
I'm the type who finds happiness even in simplest things of life,
maybe that's why I might've seen it all wrong.
pardon me if I'm wrong about all,
also pardon me if I'm right about all,
for not responding in anticipated ways at all,
but not that I don't want to.
hmm, I'll just leave this right here, after all…."
[ and those anxious hands crossed fingers putting the pen down…]
#poetry #review #Review
dotted sketch on cloud9
by - chandhu.
" I G'uess I'm not responding to the things in the way I'm supposed to,
but not that I don't want to.
I'm always on cloud9 when I see "through" them,
also I found some glittering dots among them,
so I tried nervously to connect them,
and I got a beautiful sketch out of them,
though It's just an outline I got after joining them.
yet it's so wonderful to my sight,
I'm not sure if I connected them right.
that's why I'm stepping back every time,
saying something less from my mind.
I was already shown a "back off" sign before long time,
even though I never intended to cross a line.
that's when the art of heart got removed from the equation,
so now this artist is hesitating to fill in some colour into this dotted sketch.
maybe that caution sign had ingrained so hard in my brain,
now diluting these glittering dots into vain.
I'm not blaming anything here,
but it's so hard to see something on horizon standing now here.
so I'm not taking the initiative, because maybe I'll just melt this wonderful cool cloud with my misinterpretation warmth.
I'm the type who finds happiness even in simplest things of life,
maybe that's why I might've seen it all wrong.
pardon me if I'm wrong about all,
also pardon me if I'm right about all,
for not responding in anticipated ways at all,
but not that I don't want to.
hmm, I'll just leave this right here, after all…."
[ and those anxious hands crossed fingers putting the pen down…]
#poetry #review #Review
"SHALLOW BRIDGE OF STRONG HOPE" - by Chandhu
"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ] #review #Review #freeVerse #poetry
"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ] #review #Review #freeVerse #poetry
"SHALLOW BRIDGE OF STRONG HOPE" - by Chandhu.
"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ]
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"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ]
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JUDGE WISELY #2
Mary was waiting on the air port for the plane to arrive, it was late.She had with her a purse and a packet of cookies. Beside her sat a very strange looking women she was dresses in a purple woolen shawl.
Mary was hungry and there was still some time left so she ripped the packet open, she took a cookie and ate it glancing at her phone .Then she heared a crackle sound the women beside her has not hesitated and she sneeked a cookie .
Miss marry cooled her down giving a vauge look, she thought what ! A mannerless lady, not having a single look of gratitude, she could have thanked me at least .
It continued the lady beside took a cookoe followed by Mary sneeking two pieces to finish as fast possible.Finally the last cookie was left, the lady took it broke it into halves gave one to Mary and ate the other half with a smile painting her face .
The plane arrived then and Miss Mary sat and settled her down, she was dressed in some rich attire but not thoughts as she saw that her packet of cookies were still in her purse.
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Mary was waiting on the air port for the plane to arrive, it was late.She had with her a purse and a packet of cookies. Beside her sat a very strange looking women she was dresses in a purple woolen shawl.
Mary was hungry and there was still some time left so she ripped the packet open, she took a cookie and ate it glancing at her phone .Then she heared a crackle sound the women beside her has not hesitated and she sneeked a cookie .
Miss marry cooled her down giving a vauge look, she thought what ! A mannerless lady, not having a single look of gratitude, she could have thanked me at least .
It continued the lady beside took a cookoe followed by Mary sneeking two pieces to finish as fast possible.Finally the last cookie was left, the lady took it broke it into halves gave one to Mary and ate the other half with a smile painting her face .
The plane arrived then and Miss Mary sat and settled her down, she was dressed in some rich attire but not thoughts as she saw that her packet of cookies were still in her purse.
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* WOLFPACK *
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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* WOLFPACK *
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
#review #poetry #short #poem #Review
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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