8 years back,
you left me.
You kicked me out
like I was nobody.
I begged at you
to tell me my fault,
cried for an answer.
But I was thrown away
without any closure.
I cried and cried
until all of my tears dried.
I lived with pain,
stopped enjoying the rain.
Every thing inside me was killing
and I was just living.
Lost weight,
got swollen eyes.
Everyone knew,
I was living a dull life.
Slowly, I started accepting
that you ain't coming,
I gathered some strength
and promised myself
that I won't cry again.
All these years
I kept my promise,
my eyes had no tears.
I put myself first,
I got a feeling of
a new birth.
A successful lawyer,
I've become.
I receive a message
from you on my phone.
Your message reads,
"hi, how are you?"
I sit there numb,
without any clue
wondering, if that's really you.
I check your name again,
as my memories take me
to where it all began.
All emotions gushing in me,
I remember each day
of pain and agony.
I reply back
and ask about you.
You text me,
"I need an advice from you."and
For all you past deeds,
you apologize
and tell me that your issue is legal.
At that point I realize,
success brings back people.
Today, I broke my promise
and cried again.
Not for you, but for myself.
All these years were so difficult,
now, I feel relieved to know,
it wasn't my fault.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#AS
you left me.
You kicked me out
like I was nobody.
I begged at you
to tell me my fault,
cried for an answer.
But I was thrown away
without any closure.
I cried and cried
until all of my tears dried.
I lived with pain,
stopped enjoying the rain.
Every thing inside me was killing
and I was just living.
Lost weight,
got swollen eyes.
Everyone knew,
I was living a dull life.
Slowly, I started accepting
that you ain't coming,
I gathered some strength
and promised myself
that I won't cry again.
All these years
I kept my promise,
my eyes had no tears.
I put myself first,
I got a feeling of
a new birth.
A successful lawyer,
I've become.
I receive a message
from you on my phone.
Your message reads,
"hi, how are you?"
I sit there numb,
without any clue
wondering, if that's really you.
I check your name again,
as my memories take me
to where it all began.
All emotions gushing in me,
I remember each day
of pain and agony.
I reply back
and ask about you.
You text me,
"I need an advice from you."and
For all you past deeds,
you apologize
and tell me that your issue is legal.
At that point I realize,
success brings back people.
Today, I broke my promise
and cried again.
Not for you, but for myself.
All these years were so difficult,
now, I feel relieved to know,
it wasn't my fault.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#AS
LOVE DEMANDS
PART 3
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 .
He couldn't speak as his throat was cut, but his eyes said it all, even though at the slightest of his conciousness he knew it was his end but still for no reason he had a glimpse of shock in his eyes.
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 .
Now the point was, what was to be done with his body , his body lay near the dinning table , he had changed to a night -dress which was colored with a slight shade of blue. There was tiny drops of blood on her wadorbe.
She couldn't think of what was to be done with the body, she thought if she were to surrender then it would bring hardly bring any good to her amd her unborn baby laws are tight blood for blood, what will happen if they try to kill the baby. She couldn't take a chance first she went to the kitchen trying to keep herself calm.
She was repeating," Nothing as happened do not worry " . All this time only one question swung her mind , What should I do with the body. Soon she had changed her clothes and dressed in a white night attire. She went to the dinning table and sat on the chair , the blood by now had made his way to half the room.
For now she acted as if there was nothing in front of her, she switched on her tv, took a knife and then began tearing the half - left goose apart, completly ignoring that someone lay dead, she often gave some giggles, joyus laugh on seeing something out of the box on telly.
After she was full, she went to the kitchen cleaned the dishes and came back to the dinning hall she pulled a chair towards the dead body,taking a sigh she kept her hand on her hand giving way to disappointment.
It was the fact that she loved her but she made herself understand to cease love fade One has to take some rough steps, her face was still gente . She stood up and crouched down taking Eastons phone.
She opened the chat with Luoisa , her breathing had began to get shallower eacg time she scrolled the screen, her facial contanence changed with speed of light from horror-dissapointment to hate.
"Why don't you leave her tell her its not your life" -Luosia
" She will go mad if I say anything, she is off her medications from about a month now, she thinks she is fine" -Easton
Anger was dribbling her red face as she read, her face which was pink with cold had turned to a shade of red.She kept the phone on the dinning table went to the kitchen, got a bandage and she carefully rapped it around Easton's throat to prevent any further flow oc blood.
The blood was all over the room,she had to mop the floor.The body lay on one side when she did this all, by then the blood had stopped ozzing out his body . It took her hours to remove the stains of blood.
It was the time to fix the body, she thought she should just throw him in the near by stream but that was risky . She decided to lock him in the fridge that was kept in the basement , tears were rolling down her cheeks while she brought the body and locked in the refrigirator.
Even after the bandage the blood had flown all over, she had to mop over again . The clock said four. #review
PART 3
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 .
He couldn't speak as his throat was cut, but his eyes said it all, even though at the slightest of his conciousness he knew it was his end but still for no reason he had a glimpse of shock in his eyes.
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 .
Now the point was, what was to be done with his body , his body lay near the dinning table , he had changed to a night -dress which was colored with a slight shade of blue. There was tiny drops of blood on her wadorbe.
She couldn't think of what was to be done with the body, she thought if she were to surrender then it would bring hardly bring any good to her amd her unborn baby laws are tight blood for blood, what will happen if they try to kill the baby. She couldn't take a chance first she went to the kitchen trying to keep herself calm.
She was repeating," Nothing as happened do not worry " . All this time only one question swung her mind , What should I do with the body. Soon she had changed her clothes and dressed in a white night attire. She went to the dinning table and sat on the chair , the blood by now had made his way to half the room.
For now she acted as if there was nothing in front of her, she switched on her tv, took a knife and then began tearing the half - left goose apart, completly ignoring that someone lay dead, she often gave some giggles, joyus laugh on seeing something out of the box on telly.
After she was full, she went to the kitchen cleaned the dishes and came back to the dinning hall she pulled a chair towards the dead body,taking a sigh she kept her hand on her hand giving way to disappointment.
It was the fact that she loved her but she made herself understand to cease love fade One has to take some rough steps, her face was still gente . She stood up and crouched down taking Eastons phone.
She opened the chat with Luoisa , her breathing had began to get shallower eacg time she scrolled the screen, her facial contanence changed with speed of light from horror-dissapointment to hate.
"Why don't you leave her tell her its not your life" -Luosia
" She will go mad if I say anything, she is off her medications from about a month now, she thinks she is fine" -Easton
Anger was dribbling her red face as she read, her face which was pink with cold had turned to a shade of red.She kept the phone on the dinning table went to the kitchen, got a bandage and she carefully rapped it around Easton's throat to prevent any further flow oc blood.
The blood was all over the room,she had to mop the floor.The body lay on one side when she did this all, by then the blood had stopped ozzing out his body . It took her hours to remove the stains of blood.
It was the time to fix the body, she thought she should just throw him in the near by stream but that was risky . She decided to lock him in the fridge that was kept in the basement , tears were rolling down her cheeks while she brought the body and locked in the refrigirator.
Even after the bandage the blood had flown all over, she had to mop over again . The clock said four. #review
I am relinquished
Endeavouring to discover the authentic soul
I stared myself in reflector
My orifices gawked frigidly
Concealing mysteries and darkness
Orifices impeding the outpouring of tears
My jaws are twirled
Ceasing itself to chuckle
Yearning to giggle
Craving someone to believe her words
Her spirit is broken
Ravaged into chunks
Substantiated flaws of mutiny
Her heart mislay morality in herself
Her marbles are sickened
Full of suicidal notions
Reminiscing about past brutal
Those intolerable agonies of past
She darted at her erratic wings
Wings are halted and gawked awful
She no protracted can glide
She no lanky can perceive contentment
She looked to discover accomplishment
But herself being smashed by the world
She gazed at her simmered face
Full of blotches and gashes
She dissembles a camouflage
To suppress her darkness and anxieties
She felt deserted in the world
Her own silhouette evacuated her secluded
- Aira
#review #poetry #ae
Endeavouring to discover the authentic soul
I stared myself in reflector
My orifices gawked frigidly
Concealing mysteries and darkness
Orifices impeding the outpouring of tears
My jaws are twirled
Ceasing itself to chuckle
Yearning to giggle
Craving someone to believe her words
Her spirit is broken
Ravaged into chunks
Substantiated flaws of mutiny
Her heart mislay morality in herself
Her marbles are sickened
Full of suicidal notions
Reminiscing about past brutal
Those intolerable agonies of past
She darted at her erratic wings
Wings are halted and gawked awful
She no protracted can glide
She no lanky can perceive contentment
She looked to discover accomplishment
But herself being smashed by the world
She gazed at her simmered face
Full of blotches and gashes
She dissembles a camouflage
To suppress her darkness and anxieties
She felt deserted in the world
Her own silhouette evacuated her secluded
- Aira
#review #poetry #ae
I still wake up with nightmares
in the middle of a dead night.
Thousands of cuts on my arm,
and a couple of failed attempts
to kill my heart forever,
and still the pain is as fresh as it was
during those few yet long hours.
But even after drowning in this,
black ocean without a shore to be seen,
Do you know what finally gave me the will to live?
My pen ,ofcourse.
My mind at those times was overflowing with
emotions I couldn't share.
Yes ,you're right, that incident is still a secret
to everyone around, but now you know.
And indeed, Im a coward for always
telling lie and that is,
"I'm fine"
Back to the topic,
My pen, my dear pen.
It amused me how I could put down
My unsaid feelings in that white paper.
Fill up it's blankness with my ink and my heart.
And sorry this has been a long poem and
I know it's been hard to keep up.
But if I have to make you understand
why I'm in love with my pen,
I had to tell you this from the very start.
How a terrifying gift,
Left me with a gift I really love,
And for me, my pen- "That's what you are,
and more"
And for you, you know now,
the reason behind why I write,
and why I pen my feelings down.
#princhi #review #everyone #poetry #noshare
in the middle of a dead night.
Thousands of cuts on my arm,
and a couple of failed attempts
to kill my heart forever,
and still the pain is as fresh as it was
during those few yet long hours.
But even after drowning in this,
black ocean without a shore to be seen,
Do you know what finally gave me the will to live?
My pen ,ofcourse.
My mind at those times was overflowing with
emotions I couldn't share.
Yes ,you're right, that incident is still a secret
to everyone around, but now you know.
And indeed, Im a coward for always
telling lie and that is,
"I'm fine"
Back to the topic,
My pen, my dear pen.
It amused me how I could put down
My unsaid feelings in that white paper.
Fill up it's blankness with my ink and my heart.
And sorry this has been a long poem and
I know it's been hard to keep up.
But if I have to make you understand
why I'm in love with my pen,
I had to tell you this from the very start.
How a terrifying gift,
Left me with a gift I really love,
And for me, my pen- "That's what you are,
and more"
And for you, you know now,
the reason behind why I write,
and why I pen my feelings down.
#princhi #review #everyone #poetry #noshare
#review
#poetry
#Aarushi
TITLE: BROKEN CHAINS
She was tied to a chair,
and bounded with chains,
she is the one on whom,
go flying all the blames.
The chair was her family,
who held her dumb,
bounded her by rules and resistance,
left her helpless and numb.
The chains are the people of society,
who blame her for everything she does,
stop her from going outside,
and make her do household work.
She is a helpless girl,
who is always pulled down,
and is more for the society,
rather for her own.
Her watery eyes,
have now dried,
as for so long,
she has cried.
In her dry eyes,
now burns a fire,
the fire of revenge,
against the liar.
The liar who at once,
decided her destiny,
but now she knows,
that he is just an enemy.
The fire has now reached her soul,
she is fuming with fire,
now she will push her limits,
and punish the liar.
The chain has melted by her wrath,
and the chair has turned into ash,
now she'll breathe,
in an air that is fresh.
#poetry
#Aarushi
TITLE: BROKEN CHAINS
She was tied to a chair,
and bounded with chains,
she is the one on whom,
go flying all the blames.
The chair was her family,
who held her dumb,
bounded her by rules and resistance,
left her helpless and numb.
The chains are the people of society,
who blame her for everything she does,
stop her from going outside,
and make her do household work.
She is a helpless girl,
who is always pulled down,
and is more for the society,
rather for her own.
Her watery eyes,
have now dried,
as for so long,
she has cried.
In her dry eyes,
now burns a fire,
the fire of revenge,
against the liar.
The liar who at once,
decided her destiny,
but now she knows,
that he is just an enemy.
The fire has now reached her soul,
she is fuming with fire,
now she will push her limits,
and punish the liar.
The chain has melted by her wrath,
and the chair has turned into ash,
now she'll breathe,
in an air that is fresh.
Man's Nature
when hoes increase in weight
and trapped sweats find their way
sighs escape some men
they wish the land would shrink
when farms become hairy
so greeny that soils are screened
still sighs escape their mouths
but with a wish for the skin to spread
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
when hoes increase in weight
and trapped sweats find their way
sighs escape some men
they wish the land would shrink
when farms become hairy
so greeny that soils are screened
still sighs escape their mouths
but with a wish for the skin to spread
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
#kr
#poem
#review
#everyone
Come, Let's Eat
I don't recall which holiday,
But it surely was a big one.
A sheep to kill, a prayer to say,
We only had the latter fun.
Too low on bills to cram the plate;
A gloomy day providing crumbs.
I felt a thrill, a sense of hate;
My tummy moaned, "I want to numb."
By the doorsill, a sheep was slain.
My grumpy stomach craved for some—
I have to fill, or lose my traits.
A baby sheep bled for the feast.
Is there a pill to conjure fate?
I hardly ever heard sheep's bleats
And, without will, needed a taste.
A hungry boy to be elite,
His heart not still, in search of faith.
Dusk had fallen.
My mother returned home, hands empty.
A joyful omen,
A neighbor knocked the door, hands plenty.
Plates do brighten,
A brother to mend the inside, see.
My guts stiffen;
The neighbor invited, "Come, let's eat."
#poem
#review
#everyone
Come, Let's Eat
I don't recall which holiday,
But it surely was a big one.
A sheep to kill, a prayer to say,
We only had the latter fun.
Too low on bills to cram the plate;
A gloomy day providing crumbs.
I felt a thrill, a sense of hate;
My tummy moaned, "I want to numb."
By the doorsill, a sheep was slain.
My grumpy stomach craved for some—
I have to fill, or lose my traits.
A baby sheep bled for the feast.
Is there a pill to conjure fate?
I hardly ever heard sheep's bleats
And, without will, needed a taste.
A hungry boy to be elite,
His heart not still, in search of faith.
Dusk had fallen.
My mother returned home, hands empty.
A joyful omen,
A neighbor knocked the door, hands plenty.
Plates do brighten,
A brother to mend the inside, see.
My guts stiffen;
The neighbor invited, "Come, let's eat."
Alone all day with my thoughts,
The seed of hardwork left untouched.
So I put out the light,
Hoping only to see what's right.
But all I saw was wailing,
Faces of children killed by drownings.
The truth as we know it to be as changed
We can't do what's right since we're no saint.
We do what we preach against, we slain,
We steal even from God but call it gain.
How do you buy what was never sold?
The devil didn't buy us, we chose.
Money comes first, no humanity bestowed
Creation of wealth, enormous regrets.
#review #midnightpoem
The seed of hardwork left untouched.
So I put out the light,
Hoping only to see what's right.
But all I saw was wailing,
Faces of children killed by drownings.
The truth as we know it to be as changed
We can't do what's right since we're no saint.
We do what we preach against, we slain,
We steal even from God but call it gain.
How do you buy what was never sold?
The devil didn't buy us, we chose.
Money comes first, no humanity bestowed
Creation of wealth, enormous regrets.
#review #midnightpoem
The house was manic, misplaced .Looked as if the place has been locked for ages, the clothes lay on one side of the floor - a high mounting pile which passed horrendous whiff. Several packets of chips, bottles of cold drinks were scattered all over the place.On the back side of door a handful of cloths lay hung there was hardly any space to add other.
I sat on the bed, when I kept my naked palms, I could feel the dust on the bed, My Gosh! MY white pants were rubbed against the dusty bed.There was a ventilator just in front of me, and in this hot summer searing ray passed throught its grey-dusty filter.
Now it was me who had to clean it all, Treena be dammed for this I wished. I had never been to this dumping place before. I opened the door to have a check of the toilet . What kind of bathroom can you expect in this little shelter, it ended before beginning, the white tiles which should shine in glittering light were yellow as my teeth.
#review
I sat on the bed, when I kept my naked palms, I could feel the dust on the bed, My Gosh! MY white pants were rubbed against the dusty bed.There was a ventilator just in front of me, and in this hot summer searing ray passed throught its grey-dusty filter.
Now it was me who had to clean it all, Treena be dammed for this I wished. I had never been to this dumping place before. I opened the door to have a check of the toilet . What kind of bathroom can you expect in this little shelter, it ended before beginning, the white tiles which should shine in glittering light were yellow as my teeth.
#review
#Ashish #review
My lost love
Oh lord, doth not she spoketh your voice,
Hearest me ,for in lamented yearn,
'Sighted' , I to the world bestowed,
'Agony',that, beauty burns.
Rainments , wore I , not of rare silk,
Embroidered with red gold,
For, thy gave me weal of love,
And all the riches,to the damsel , I sold.
When glanced your eyes, my malady melt,
And smile, ya allah, doth succour, my chest,
Slayed my wrath, for to my soul endure,
And thy holy company, raised my manly more.
Though time is naught but betrayed sand,
Flowers for thy, for mine, repent,
Fly, it , like a falcon, possesseth of lively wings,
Beautiful flight, but journey undestinged.
Let ,thee, bismillah, strive to the last,
Conquer thy love and trust of past,
See, those stars with bloom of joy,
Fate touches, thy feet , and THE life 'enjoyeth'.
My lost love
Oh lord, doth not she spoketh your voice,
Hearest me ,for in lamented yearn,
'Sighted' , I to the world bestowed,
'Agony',that, beauty burns.
Rainments , wore I , not of rare silk,
Embroidered with red gold,
For, thy gave me weal of love,
And all the riches,to the damsel , I sold.
When glanced your eyes, my malady melt,
And smile, ya allah, doth succour, my chest,
Slayed my wrath, for to my soul endure,
And thy holy company, raised my manly more.
Though time is naught but betrayed sand,
Flowers for thy, for mine, repent,
Fly, it , like a falcon, possesseth of lively wings,
Beautiful flight, but journey undestinged.
Let ,thee, bismillah, strive to the last,
Conquer thy love and trust of past,
See, those stars with bloom of joy,
Fate touches, thy feet , and THE life 'enjoyeth'.
#princhi #justthoughts #review #everyone
"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.
"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.
Love of my life
It seems to be
Through you Crystal eyes
You are to see me
Love of my life
I feel you inside me
Getting more close to heart
Everywhere , it's you who I see
Distance is a lot
But not more than my love
The day will come
A long waited love will meet another love.
- Irendu Bhardwaj
#review #loveofmylife
It seems to be
Through you Crystal eyes
You are to see me
Love of my life
I feel you inside me
Getting more close to heart
Everywhere , it's you who I see
Distance is a lot
But not more than my love
The day will come
A long waited love will meet another love.
- Irendu Bhardwaj
#review #loveofmylife
Meeting with God.
I met god!
Part 1
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the value of a smile, a touch, or even love. It takes courage to stand forward, and applaud for little things that happen in our life.
Will a cheerful boy of five, he loved singing, dancing, learning , and a myriad of things which are common desires. There was a spark in the boy, his eyes carried a gentle feeling of love. Casting on one who lacks warmth .
He lived in a little house, the word "house" might not rightly describe his dwelling, it was a one room house we often address as "chawl". There was no separate kitchen or rooms, just a little palace in which his family of four lived.
We adjust to our surroundings be it a big mansion having halls as big as colonies or be it a sweet little place, where murmuring covers the bare silence, small rooms overshadow the big mansion like rooms.
The dwelling ground was the size of an average hall in middle class houses, it began with a door making a squealing ear-killing sound followed by a wall which was shattered by moisture, the ceiling was like a bent old man ready to collapse if the broken supporting pillars were removed.
The house was painted with blue -berry color, his house was on the first floor so one has to take a ride of iron ladders, climbing what many people sweat.
Will's mother was an ill tempered, pious looking lady with hairs combined with streaks of white and black. Working day and night had turned her pale skin dull and rough, wrinkles took the place of bright and big eyes . It was the nature of hard work that had turned her into an iron lady protected from any kind of danger, be it physical or mental.
Will, a sweet little boy, the one who believes everything that was told to him.The screams and yells of her mothers with some garnished slaps by his elder brother had left him only to one door, the door of god.
Begging was illegal in those days so he used to sell oyster and clams in the near market. His head was tiny compared to the weight they were used to carry. It was his daily schedule, To wake up at six - take the nourishment for the day , hear his mother bleat for some or the other reason and then to walk straight to the marketplace selling Oysters and clams.
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I met god!
Part 1
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the value of a smile, a touch, or even love. It takes courage to stand forward, and applaud for little things that happen in our life.
Will a cheerful boy of five, he loved singing, dancing, learning , and a myriad of things which are common desires. There was a spark in the boy, his eyes carried a gentle feeling of love. Casting on one who lacks warmth .
He lived in a little house, the word "house" might not rightly describe his dwelling, it was a one room house we often address as "chawl". There was no separate kitchen or rooms, just a little palace in which his family of four lived.
We adjust to our surroundings be it a big mansion having halls as big as colonies or be it a sweet little place, where murmuring covers the bare silence, small rooms overshadow the big mansion like rooms.
The dwelling ground was the size of an average hall in middle class houses, it began with a door making a squealing ear-killing sound followed by a wall which was shattered by moisture, the ceiling was like a bent old man ready to collapse if the broken supporting pillars were removed.
The house was painted with blue -berry color, his house was on the first floor so one has to take a ride of iron ladders, climbing what many people sweat.
Will's mother was an ill tempered, pious looking lady with hairs combined with streaks of white and black. Working day and night had turned her pale skin dull and rough, wrinkles took the place of bright and big eyes . It was the nature of hard work that had turned her into an iron lady protected from any kind of danger, be it physical or mental.
Will, a sweet little boy, the one who believes everything that was told to him.The screams and yells of her mothers with some garnished slaps by his elder brother had left him only to one door, the door of god.
Begging was illegal in those days so he used to sell oyster and clams in the near market. His head was tiny compared to the weight they were used to carry. It was his daily schedule, To wake up at six - take the nourishment for the day , hear his mother bleat for some or the other reason and then to walk straight to the marketplace selling Oysters and clams.
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Author's note - I have worked really hard for this one tell me how is it, I have made it error free. Ankita I wanted your views .
Darkness
Darkness shrouding me
Darkness in my heart
I am relinquished somewhere
Embarking to excavate the notoriety
Hope
Endeavouring to discover the urge to survive
I discern a hazy flicker of light
I endeavour to accomplish it
But it's striding away from me
I persevere sauntering
Hope to disclose the spotlight
Misery in spirit
But inferred to eliminate twilight
Sometimes my heart says " let's give up"
But my brain contradicts, whimpers " keep on moving, you will excavate a shaft of light"
I keep hauling all through distress
I will restrain desire
I will trek till the verge
I am deserted
I fear I will evolve my own assailant
I am an internee in an inevitable place
Encircled by twilight
But I will retain progressing on
I hope one day I can evade
I hope one day I can dwell without fusses
I hope one day my heart can rejuvenate
I hope to discover the limelight
Until sunshine goes out
-Aira
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Darkness shrouding me
Darkness in my heart
I am relinquished somewhere
Embarking to excavate the notoriety
Hope
Endeavouring to discover the urge to survive
I discern a hazy flicker of light
I endeavour to accomplish it
But it's striding away from me
I persevere sauntering
Hope to disclose the spotlight
Misery in spirit
But inferred to eliminate twilight
Sometimes my heart says " let's give up"
But my brain contradicts, whimpers " keep on moving, you will excavate a shaft of light"
I keep hauling all through distress
I will restrain desire
I will trek till the verge
I am deserted
I fear I will evolve my own assailant
I am an internee in an inevitable place
Encircled by twilight
But I will retain progressing on
I hope one day I can evade
I hope one day I can dwell without fusses
I hope one day my heart can rejuvenate
I hope to discover the limelight
Until sunshine goes out
-Aira
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Title- "I WERE YOU"
Shining were the faces and smiling were the lips
When they were informed about my pregnancy
A glorious glow was evident over there cheeks!
They started praying, candles and mantras Everytime,
For me and you, the well-being of us, I thought was the motive.
How foolish I was! A blind wish was their only desired credit.
They wanted you to be a boy and me to have a son!
They said, "Daughters are actually a burdon."
I was crying, my heart was weeping
A fear of loosing you was creeping
Somehow, I managed the days,
Time flew and you were on your ways.
You were welcomed by demons in disguise.
Same people, same faces yet the shining glow was now missing.
Their eyes reflected their dark intentions, very cruel and teasing!
I was forced to choose between them and you.
How cruel were they! Bloody disgusting few.
So, I listened to my heart, screaming aloud
"Choose yourself, choose yourself"
Yes baby, I choose you.
Because once "I were you"!
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Shining were the faces and smiling were the lips
When they were informed about my pregnancy
A glorious glow was evident over there cheeks!
They started praying, candles and mantras Everytime,
For me and you, the well-being of us, I thought was the motive.
How foolish I was! A blind wish was their only desired credit.
They wanted you to be a boy and me to have a son!
They said, "Daughters are actually a burdon."
I was crying, my heart was weeping
A fear of loosing you was creeping
Somehow, I managed the days,
Time flew and you were on your ways.
You were welcomed by demons in disguise.
Same people, same faces yet the shining glow was now missing.
Their eyes reflected their dark intentions, very cruel and teasing!
I was forced to choose between them and you.
How cruel were they! Bloody disgusting few.
So, I listened to my heart, screaming aloud
"Choose yourself, choose yourself"
Yes baby, I choose you.
Because once "I were you"!
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I am dead and under grave
They should come and meet me
Search me as well as find me
Feel some sorrow towards me
Because,
When I lived
I helped a lot
For their growth
And even more
Which I forgot
I used to make them laugh
used to dance a lot
On behalf of them
I even fought
They Just forgot
One horrified night
I was killed
Using a gun
By two guys
Who were masked
I wanted to see those masked men
As last wish before my death
They unmasked themselves
What a weird world
Ohmygod, it was them!
- SAMHITH
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They should come and meet me
Search me as well as find me
Feel some sorrow towards me
Because,
When I lived
I helped a lot
For their growth
And even more
Which I forgot
I used to make them laugh
used to dance a lot
On behalf of them
I even fought
They Just forgot
One horrified night
I was killed
Using a gun
By two guys
Who were masked
I wanted to see those masked men
As last wish before my death
They unmasked themselves
What a weird world
Ohmygod, it was them!
- SAMHITH
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I think that bots are bots and do only assigned instructions. But who knows, one day would come where bots even assigns the work to other. I was also once the victim of same bot. So horrified by bots, specially telegram bots.
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The Price Is Paid
1
Danro lies in his stone cave, with his two wolves and ten dogs. Dusk has fallen. His bed is small but enough to hold his unusually large, nine-years-old body. The dark blue blankets are growing darker by day; he does not wash them, he does not know washing. His wolf, Blacky, the Alpha of the pack, sleeps alongside him in these hideous situations called “nights,” to which Danro feels sincere gratitude.
He pushes a huge, circle boulder to close the cave, and the boulder rolls only once and then holds a firm grip on the ground, denying to move. Its determined grasp is wonderful for its strength that no outsider has the muscle to push it aside, only the boulder leaves the cave slightly ajar, a gateway to what lurches beyond.
And the nights are very noisy. Owls’ screeches and snakes’ sizzles and crickets’ swishes. Danro stares through the ajar space, looking at utter darkness. The twelve animal friends of his are in deep slumber, and he envies what their faces show—peace. The fire he earlier made is dying rapidly. Soon the darkness that is prowling at the gate will consume the cave. And he hates that his eyelids are tittering to remain apart.
I will be fine; Blacky is with me, he forces his mind to murmur.
Closing his eyes is terrible, although he knows the dreams don’t always come and take him away. They are occasional, and he knows how they favor noisy and thunderous nights. The nights has always been full of voices that it is sometimes hard to tell whether they come from outside or from the back of his head. Blacky can battle a beast from the darkness, and who is to battle what chases him from inside?
But by no means is he less grateful to these two magnificent wolves to aid his survival in the Woods. Who’d have thought those two small puppies cuddled behind a mountain of leaves to become his guardians? They were all thick furs, harmless, just two abandoned puppies whining. He took them, fed them, protected them.
Black fur clothing it from head to toe, Blacky has a pair of yellow eyes full of aggression and bravery and it has grown really large. It is a privilege to have it by his side. And Hadly is a fun and friendly wolf whose gray and white colors of his fur make him seem happy, along with his grey eyes. It sprints back and forth, conjuring joy, when they are hunting, but it is not so cheerful to cross Blacky.
The Woods has taught them all, including Danro, the most important lesson. Though they each vary in intensity, dominance, size, stealth, and strength, deep down there lies the same foundation.
But even having that strong core, Danro is weak to close his eyes. He is helpless to go back there again and see. His thoughts are swirling around, wondering what he can do to not fall asleep, musing what awaits. Although he allows the flow of thoughts to keep himself awake, any minute the thoughts will trick him into it, as they has done many times before.
The fire has died. The moon must be hiding today, since it is too dark that there is no difference between shut and open eyes. Not long after, Danro falls asleep.
His body is still, Blacky’s warmth showering his calves. He remains still, hours running by, until slight voices begin eluding him. A shallow frown is disfiguring his eyebrows, and his head slowly shakes left and right, rejecting. He audibly inhales through his nose and exhales muffled squeals.
It is almost dawn, the songs of birds say so.
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The Price Is Paid
1
Danro lies in his stone cave, with his two wolves and ten dogs. Dusk has fallen. His bed is small but enough to hold his unusually large, nine-years-old body. The dark blue blankets are growing darker by day; he does not wash them, he does not know washing. His wolf, Blacky, the Alpha of the pack, sleeps alongside him in these hideous situations called “nights,” to which Danro feels sincere gratitude.
He pushes a huge, circle boulder to close the cave, and the boulder rolls only once and then holds a firm grip on the ground, denying to move. Its determined grasp is wonderful for its strength that no outsider has the muscle to push it aside, only the boulder leaves the cave slightly ajar, a gateway to what lurches beyond.
And the nights are very noisy. Owls’ screeches and snakes’ sizzles and crickets’ swishes. Danro stares through the ajar space, looking at utter darkness. The twelve animal friends of his are in deep slumber, and he envies what their faces show—peace. The fire he earlier made is dying rapidly. Soon the darkness that is prowling at the gate will consume the cave. And he hates that his eyelids are tittering to remain apart.
I will be fine; Blacky is with me, he forces his mind to murmur.
Closing his eyes is terrible, although he knows the dreams don’t always come and take him away. They are occasional, and he knows how they favor noisy and thunderous nights. The nights has always been full of voices that it is sometimes hard to tell whether they come from outside or from the back of his head. Blacky can battle a beast from the darkness, and who is to battle what chases him from inside?
But by no means is he less grateful to these two magnificent wolves to aid his survival in the Woods. Who’d have thought those two small puppies cuddled behind a mountain of leaves to become his guardians? They were all thick furs, harmless, just two abandoned puppies whining. He took them, fed them, protected them.
Black fur clothing it from head to toe, Blacky has a pair of yellow eyes full of aggression and bravery and it has grown really large. It is a privilege to have it by his side. And Hadly is a fun and friendly wolf whose gray and white colors of his fur make him seem happy, along with his grey eyes. It sprints back and forth, conjuring joy, when they are hunting, but it is not so cheerful to cross Blacky.
The Woods has taught them all, including Danro, the most important lesson. Though they each vary in intensity, dominance, size, stealth, and strength, deep down there lies the same foundation.
But even having that strong core, Danro is weak to close his eyes. He is helpless to go back there again and see. His thoughts are swirling around, wondering what he can do to not fall asleep, musing what awaits. Although he allows the flow of thoughts to keep himself awake, any minute the thoughts will trick him into it, as they has done many times before.
The fire has died. The moon must be hiding today, since it is too dark that there is no difference between shut and open eyes. Not long after, Danro falls asleep.
His body is still, Blacky’s warmth showering his calves. He remains still, hours running by, until slight voices begin eluding him. A shallow frown is disfiguring his eyebrows, and his head slowly shakes left and right, rejecting. He audibly inhales through his nose and exhales muffled squeals.
It is almost dawn, the songs of birds say so.
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"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.
"Some find peace in a calm stream,
some find it in the blood on a sword.
Some forgets that peace exists,
and some search for it all over the world."
But exactly what defines peace? For some it is vengeance while for some it's meditation. For some it is death , for some it is merely an imagination. Peace has it's different meaning over different souls. How do you explain it to someone who's father was killed brutally in an incident? Will he find peace in anyone? How do you explain it to a girl who's been raped? Will she find peace in silence?
When they say , 'Seek the light , peace will follow', where do they exactly want us to go? Is there any latitude or longitude to pinpoint the end of the road, where do you find that light when it's been seized away from you? Peace is God , they say. But when all your life, you've been suffering and bleeding and dying inside, will there be any God you believe in? Peace , I repeat "peace" is not what they say. It's not "white and bright" , but it melts and moulds into different forms , misused and used in phrases and metaphors until they lead you to believe what's written in the dictionary you hold ; "Freedom from noise or anxiety" - strange because searching for it sometimes leads you to the same.
I'm not saying peace is bad. I'm not saying don't believe in it. But do know that it's not every thing you thought it would be. Peace is not just a lotus floating on a lake. It can be but it is also the bloodshed during a war , the feeling of 'winning' after they drown themselves in a pool of blood. I'm not misguiding you , don't even believe in what I'm saying. But when you see a son murder the one who killed his father and he says that he has attained peace, you will question its very definition.
A soul finds solace only when he defeats the demons that made him suffer. And so he moulds justice and peace in the way he wants. Because when you suffocate and torture a dear innocent soul so much in the name of your 'satisfaction' , he will find peace in destroying you, forever.
From ,
a confused dark soul who found peace in the darkness and not the light.