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
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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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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 .
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"!
#review
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.
As your lips brush against mine,
poetry has already started flowing through my blood -
phrases and metaphors trying to define our love
and failing again and again.
A writer must not fall in love,
she'd write poems after poems trying to bring justice,
to the affection you provide and the gleam in your eyes,
and she'd fail everytime not realising that some things cannot be written down.
So when your fingers fill up the gaps between mine,
I search for lines,
to describe you , your love , your heart ,
and I lose and I go mad,
'cause a writer must not fall in this universal chaos
called love.
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poetry has already started flowing through my blood -
phrases and metaphors trying to define our love
and failing again and again.
A writer must not fall in love,
she'd write poems after poems trying to bring justice,
to the affection you provide and the gleam in your eyes,
and she'd fail everytime not realising that some things cannot be written down.
So when your fingers fill up the gaps between mine,
I search for lines,
to describe you , your love , your heart ,
and I lose and I go mad,
'cause a writer must not fall in this universal chaos
called love.
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Prose
The night was dark and obscure,
A lady lying down,was she impure?
Her face was pale and plain,
Her body stiff and in pain
Her eyes devoid of light,
Now,her voice couldn't fight
To the society,she was at guilty,
Weren't the men who raped her did iniquity?
She was stumbling upon her thought;
Why was she the one to be caught?
Were her clothes or candidness her fault?
Are they the ones who led to her assault?
She was tired of questioning,
Everything people said to her was deafening.
Her need was a quiet and lonely place,
For her to find solace.
All she wished was to have a Krishna,
The only question that mattered was if there are millions of draupadi,then why just one Krishna..??
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The night was dark and obscure,
A lady lying down,was she impure?
Her face was pale and plain,
Her body stiff and in pain
Her eyes devoid of light,
Now,her voice couldn't fight
To the society,she was at guilty,
Weren't the men who raped her did iniquity?
She was stumbling upon her thought;
Why was she the one to be caught?
Were her clothes or candidness her fault?
Are they the ones who led to her assault?
She was tired of questioning,
Everything people said to her was deafening.
Her need was a quiet and lonely place,
For her to find solace.
All she wished was to have a Krishna,
The only question that mattered was if there are millions of draupadi,then why just one Krishna..??
#prose #review #akshita
Meeting with God
Part 2
He carried a wood knitted basket filled with crunchy coasters on his head, a bottle of white vinegar in his soft hands. He was always bound to earn something and then be back, father hardly you can call him that, he was another bastard, it was his religion to hit Will once a day.
Will went into the bustling marketplace crying,"Oysters,clams " in his honey like voice . His work was hard,still it never took away the smile he bore on his face, a cute countenance.
He indeed made a good sum after crying all day, it was only him and his mother who managed the bread and butter.Father Oh! His job was to lie and drink.
Whatever sum he made, he had a cute little piggy bank or you could say a treasure house he added coins to, he was too young to think of the matters that should have been processed in old heads.
In the market he had his tiny corner reserved,he brought a rag which acted as his grand mat for the entire day, it was only the part when his head had some rest from his -Mother -Father and so called brother. People visited his store with a smile, women often giving him a gentle touch and his tousled hair. He looked with his wonder-waiting eyes serving the oysters with vinegar.
The people around were gentler than you might have thought at least compared to his family. Looking at his weary condition some people paid more than the cost but all days are not the same you know! .Today was a day you would call a dull day, he hardly made anything .His stomach made a rumbling sound.He was tired of eating oysters, anyone on this earth can't bear the same item daily.
He took a step forward,he visited a nearby shop and bought a pocket full of potato chips and some orange juice. It had been ages he had tasted this!, his life was a poor picture of misery.
He went to a nearby garden, he dusted the same rag, and sat on it .The garden was quite because the weather was alarming rain, the sky was grey-dark,here and there were some thundering and lightning.The grass was greener than ever before.Winds were blowing making weird sounds still the nature was warm, comforting indicating a good omen.
He sat on his rag, and ripped the potato chip bag, he took a piece and ate it, a crunchy potato piece slightly brown at ends even the rocks would melt if anyone saw with the relish food was taken.His face had a relaxed feeling somehow the pain,and tension that rounded his head have somehow ceased.
Before he could move to the juice he saw an old lady approaching, her Back was bent to a significant level, she held a stick in her hand, her face reflected her emotions, she was scraggy and looked as if she had been ill anytime soon.
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Part 2
He carried a wood knitted basket filled with crunchy coasters on his head, a bottle of white vinegar in his soft hands. He was always bound to earn something and then be back, father hardly you can call him that, he was another bastard, it was his religion to hit Will once a day.
Will went into the bustling marketplace crying,"Oysters,clams " in his honey like voice . His work was hard,still it never took away the smile he bore on his face, a cute countenance.
He indeed made a good sum after crying all day, it was only him and his mother who managed the bread and butter.Father Oh! His job was to lie and drink.
Whatever sum he made, he had a cute little piggy bank or you could say a treasure house he added coins to, he was too young to think of the matters that should have been processed in old heads.
In the market he had his tiny corner reserved,he brought a rag which acted as his grand mat for the entire day, it was only the part when his head had some rest from his -Mother -Father and so called brother. People visited his store with a smile, women often giving him a gentle touch and his tousled hair. He looked with his wonder-waiting eyes serving the oysters with vinegar.
The people around were gentler than you might have thought at least compared to his family. Looking at his weary condition some people paid more than the cost but all days are not the same you know! .Today was a day you would call a dull day, he hardly made anything .His stomach made a rumbling sound.He was tired of eating oysters, anyone on this earth can't bear the same item daily.
He took a step forward,he visited a nearby shop and bought a pocket full of potato chips and some orange juice. It had been ages he had tasted this!, his life was a poor picture of misery.
He went to a nearby garden, he dusted the same rag, and sat on it .The garden was quite because the weather was alarming rain, the sky was grey-dark,here and there were some thundering and lightning.The grass was greener than ever before.Winds were blowing making weird sounds still the nature was warm, comforting indicating a good omen.
He sat on his rag, and ripped the potato chip bag, he took a piece and ate it, a crunchy potato piece slightly brown at ends even the rocks would melt if anyone saw with the relish food was taken.His face had a relaxed feeling somehow the pain,and tension that rounded his head have somehow ceased.
Before he could move to the juice he saw an old lady approaching, her Back was bent to a significant level, she held a stick in her hand, her face reflected her emotions, she was scraggy and looked as if she had been ill anytime soon.
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"I love the way superman always saves the day. " , said Jack.
"Oh! Come on ! Batman is way better . At least better than someone who can't even withstand a kryptonite " , said Mark teasingly.
" Ha ! What good is a superhero who can't even act at the right time . " , replied Jack in a rather superior tone.
A conversation which had apparently started as a banter between two friends was now getting louder and louder with each passing minute. Doesn't sound like a big deal. Right?
But now picture this. Two fully grown adults standing right in the middle of the road , screaming their heads out , just trying to prove how their childhood superhero was better than the other.
And me? I was standing right next to them , garnering the attention of all the eyes around , 81 , to be exact .These fools had been fighting for so long that I literally started counted the number of people staring at us. And in case you're doubting my counting skills thinking the number of eyes can never be odd , get yourself some common sense , blind people do exist.
Anyways back to the story , for a moment I thought about disowning these idiots , run as fast I could , dash right into my car parked just a few miles away and drive at the speed of light and drive straight to the Moon . I know , I know nothing can travel faster than the speed of light and neither can a car drive to moon. Stop questioning my intellect again and again , it's just how I felt at the moment.
And then the obvious happened. " What do you think , Aaron?" , they both asked me in a unison .
" Well , me ? I love barbie dolls . " , is what I would have answered in a parallel universe where I was free of social responsibilities. But here I was a fully grown man , with my beard turning grey , the youngest millionaire of my time , standing right in the
middle of the road of the town where I had turned crap into cash , with two of my oldest pals who had somehow clung with me over the years , right from making millions to my bankruptcy these days.
I was supposed to give a sophisticated answer , the one which would suit a wise man like me , the man who was the wisest in the city( or that's my mom always told me)
" Uh! Uh! " , I cleared my throat and started utilising the little wisdom I had gathered over the years by reading some old philisophy books I had once bought at a garage sale. So , I closed my eyes and began ,
" Well , I don't like either of them , dear. I'd rather appreciate a common man doing his work religiously than a man trying to be a superhero for the world.
I think it's time we realise the powers of a common man . How much we as ordinary people have in our hand.
The least we can do is to keep the stuff around us in order if not more.
And.................. Some more random stuff about life.............."
I kept going for an hour maybe spilling out everything I had inside of me , expecting a huge applause from the 41 people standing there . I'm telling you for the last time , I'm not dumb. I know the total was 43 including Mark and Jack but I knew this for a fact that they'd not be evn listening , let alone an applaud.
But things didn't go quite as expected . The crowd had already dispersed leaving me and these two idiots behind , labelling my so meaningful talk as a shitty life advise.
" How was it ? " , I asked Jack and Mark with a broad smile.
They stared at each other for a moment , turned away and whispered in an obviously audible voice , " He's just depressed due to the crash. Let's not disturb him anymore. We'll just toss to decide about our heroes later ."
Might have been the most embarrassing day of my life . Right?
Well that might have been the case , had I not met that old gentlemen standing across the street that day.
To be continued someday...
( P. S. : Thank you Ankita for your suggestion. It would never have been the same without your support ( ok! Maybe it would have been but definitely not today. ) So thank you. 😊)
#everyone #short_story #review
"Oh! Come on ! Batman is way better . At least better than someone who can't even withstand a kryptonite " , said Mark teasingly.
" Ha ! What good is a superhero who can't even act at the right time . " , replied Jack in a rather superior tone.
A conversation which had apparently started as a banter between two friends was now getting louder and louder with each passing minute. Doesn't sound like a big deal. Right?
But now picture this. Two fully grown adults standing right in the middle of the road , screaming their heads out , just trying to prove how their childhood superhero was better than the other.
And me? I was standing right next to them , garnering the attention of all the eyes around , 81 , to be exact .These fools had been fighting for so long that I literally started counted the number of people staring at us. And in case you're doubting my counting skills thinking the number of eyes can never be odd , get yourself some common sense , blind people do exist.
Anyways back to the story , for a moment I thought about disowning these idiots , run as fast I could , dash right into my car parked just a few miles away and drive at the speed of light and drive straight to the Moon . I know , I know nothing can travel faster than the speed of light and neither can a car drive to moon. Stop questioning my intellect again and again , it's just how I felt at the moment.
And then the obvious happened. " What do you think , Aaron?" , they both asked me in a unison .
" Well , me ? I love barbie dolls . " , is what I would have answered in a parallel universe where I was free of social responsibilities. But here I was a fully grown man , with my beard turning grey , the youngest millionaire of my time , standing right in the
middle of the road of the town where I had turned crap into cash , with two of my oldest pals who had somehow clung with me over the years , right from making millions to my bankruptcy these days.
I was supposed to give a sophisticated answer , the one which would suit a wise man like me , the man who was the wisest in the city( or that's my mom always told me)
" Uh! Uh! " , I cleared my throat and started utilising the little wisdom I had gathered over the years by reading some old philisophy books I had once bought at a garage sale. So , I closed my eyes and began ,
" Well , I don't like either of them , dear. I'd rather appreciate a common man doing his work religiously than a man trying to be a superhero for the world.
I think it's time we realise the powers of a common man . How much we as ordinary people have in our hand.
The least we can do is to keep the stuff around us in order if not more.
And.................. Some more random stuff about life.............."
I kept going for an hour maybe spilling out everything I had inside of me , expecting a huge applause from the 41 people standing there . I'm telling you for the last time , I'm not dumb. I know the total was 43 including Mark and Jack but I knew this for a fact that they'd not be evn listening , let alone an applaud.
But things didn't go quite as expected . The crowd had already dispersed leaving me and these two idiots behind , labelling my so meaningful talk as a shitty life advise.
" How was it ? " , I asked Jack and Mark with a broad smile.
They stared at each other for a moment , turned away and whispered in an obviously audible voice , " He's just depressed due to the crash. Let's not disturb him anymore. We'll just toss to decide about our heroes later ."
Might have been the most embarrassing day of my life . Right?
Well that might have been the case , had I not met that old gentlemen standing across the street that day.
To be continued someday...
( P. S. : Thank you Ankita for your suggestion. It would never have been the same without your support ( ok! Maybe it would have been but definitely not today. ) So thank you. 😊)
#everyone #short_story #review
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#Ashish #review
Beauty
Drizzling drizzling heart was like,
With steps in midst of forest light,
Soul though calm , but noisy creek,
Forest echoed with voice so deep.
Heavy trees with lively blooms,
With tiny droplets in night of june,
Joyful bees in joyful site,
Thoust say, this beauty , right.
Neither wilt or droop with moon,
And fade away after bliss of noon,
Or , is it born or sheltered in heart,
Which breaks when two lovers moves apart.
Oh lord , thou tell me honest deeds,
What is beauty and how it feels,
A beauty deep but long to keep,
Tangled with memories, scars so deep,
Might be sky,lust ,wood or rain,
Its every fragment, enshrined in veins,
Which dazes beat with subtle sound,
Is it beauty, u feel around.
Beauty
Drizzling drizzling heart was like,
With steps in midst of forest light,
Soul though calm , but noisy creek,
Forest echoed with voice so deep.
Heavy trees with lively blooms,
With tiny droplets in night of june,
Joyful bees in joyful site,
Thoust say, this beauty , right.
Neither wilt or droop with moon,
And fade away after bliss of noon,
Or , is it born or sheltered in heart,
Which breaks when two lovers moves apart.
Oh lord , thou tell me honest deeds,
What is beauty and how it feels,
A beauty deep but long to keep,
Tangled with memories, scars so deep,
Might be sky,lust ,wood or rain,
Its every fragment, enshrined in veins,
Which dazes beat with subtle sound,
Is it beauty, u feel around.
I am afraid to tell no to my freinds,
When they put a cigarette in my hands,
And forces me to smoke it,
Just because its the new trend.
I dont ask why,
when he forces me to bunk the classes,
Cause i am afraid,
i would not belong to the masses.
Freinds are important, that is what people says,
But how can a person strive in this toxic group for days,
I know i can refuse or make any excuse or just say them no,
But wouldnt people judge me, about me being so slow.
But is that truly what i am afraid of,
Because,when i start to think, my mind is blown,
That i m not afraid of losing my freinds,
But i am afraid to be left alone.
Lonliness is what drives me mad,
Being disconnected just makes me sad,
In the search of love and care,
What i got was just tears and despair.
You can make few sacrifices to level up for your freinds
But those sacrifices should not be the start to your end.
So alll my dear peers
When you come across such situations,
When you feel that fear,
Just close your eyes and tell your heart,
That you are afraid to lose yourself,
But you are always ready for an awesome start....
-M
#review
#peerpressure
#M
When they put a cigarette in my hands,
And forces me to smoke it,
Just because its the new trend.
I dont ask why,
when he forces me to bunk the classes,
Cause i am afraid,
i would not belong to the masses.
Freinds are important, that is what people says,
But how can a person strive in this toxic group for days,
I know i can refuse or make any excuse or just say them no,
But wouldnt people judge me, about me being so slow.
But is that truly what i am afraid of,
Because,when i start to think, my mind is blown,
That i m not afraid of losing my freinds,
But i am afraid to be left alone.
Lonliness is what drives me mad,
Being disconnected just makes me sad,
In the search of love and care,
What i got was just tears and despair.
You can make few sacrifices to level up for your freinds
But those sacrifices should not be the start to your end.
So alll my dear peers
When you come across such situations,
When you feel that fear,
Just close your eyes and tell your heart,
That you are afraid to lose yourself,
But you are always ready for an awesome start....
-M
#review
#peerpressure
#M
when the eyes see
and the ears hear,
they guide the brain
on its painting
of the common sense-
if to clear and restart
or on fault on some part
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
and the ears hear,
they guide the brain
on its painting
of the common sense-
if to clear and restart
or on fault on some part
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Meeting with God
Part 3
When she arrived, Will was kind enough to get up and let her have the seat. Her smile implying gratitude, she sat on the rag followed by a moaning sound that was due to her over- ripe age.
Will, he offered her the bag of potato chips as from her countenance he felt that she hadn't encountered such food any time soon.
Hunger can sometimes betray the feelings of shame and shyness, in her brain she waited for a second processing some shameful thoughts about her taking food from a little boy. Still rumbling won over shying emotions she whole heartly took the potato chip bag, her hands were rough, it felt as if she had done some hardcore work her entire life.
After eating a bite her eyebrows reflected a lightness, she took a brief sigh and then put out a big smile looking at him.Will he hadn't seen anyone so happy because of his works, it felt as if the happiness of the entire world had gathered in that one smile.
The clouds by now have grown darker, the rain was approaching earth anytime soon, He took the juice and pierced a small white straw into it, even though the small pieces of potato chip had not extinguished his hunger, juice was necessary, still he offered it to the granny expecting her bright smile again.
As she saw the juice offered, flickring feelings rushed her heart she still took it, as her ravaging was more than anything, no food for a week can make a young bloke faint compared to the little-old woman.
Taking it from Will's hand she passed a faint smile which turned into a bright joyous beam. The way she drank the juice sip by sip the gentleness on her face, the feeling of utter relief it was wonderful. Will grinned seeing her beam .
The clouds by now had started to dribble, if he waited anymore he had to wait for hours before he could go home. He stood up bearing the constant smile on his chubby cheeks, gave a hand to the women, and then carrying his basket he plunged away only to return back and give her a tight hug to see her smile again.
The rain touched the dry earth and gentleness hit the boy's heart. He went back home running, leaping in joy. Sometimes jumping in small ponds that were formed on the road ruining his attire.
When he reached his door, his parents were outside the house because it was dropping inside the ceiling and had big cracks through which water poured. Will's mother didn't even wait for a moment to pass as she saw Will in dirt she slapped him on further inquiry when he had no money she pulled him up to his ears.
"Where is the money!, haven't you earned a penny" anger giving posture to her loud voice.
" I gave it to God '' he said, he had begun to sobb by then.
"There is no God foolish " his father said, giving him a spat, Will bursted in tears and rain throwing the basket prone to rain.
The Old lady on the other end reached her little hut full wet and soaked smile was still constant on her face.
An ugly looking women received her
" Why are you so happy" she asked as if she had never seen her smiling .
" I met God you know, he is much younger than I thought! "
We often misjudge God to be Shiv,Allah or Jesus but for crystal hearts, God is an emotion, God is love, care and warmth.
Be kind to someone and be a little angel and bring happiness in someone's life.
#review #Shashwat
Part 3
When she arrived, Will was kind enough to get up and let her have the seat. Her smile implying gratitude, she sat on the rag followed by a moaning sound that was due to her over- ripe age.
Will, he offered her the bag of potato chips as from her countenance he felt that she hadn't encountered such food any time soon.
Hunger can sometimes betray the feelings of shame and shyness, in her brain she waited for a second processing some shameful thoughts about her taking food from a little boy. Still rumbling won over shying emotions she whole heartly took the potato chip bag, her hands were rough, it felt as if she had done some hardcore work her entire life.
After eating a bite her eyebrows reflected a lightness, she took a brief sigh and then put out a big smile looking at him.Will he hadn't seen anyone so happy because of his works, it felt as if the happiness of the entire world had gathered in that one smile.
The clouds by now have grown darker, the rain was approaching earth anytime soon, He took the juice and pierced a small white straw into it, even though the small pieces of potato chip had not extinguished his hunger, juice was necessary, still he offered it to the granny expecting her bright smile again.
As she saw the juice offered, flickring feelings rushed her heart she still took it, as her ravaging was more than anything, no food for a week can make a young bloke faint compared to the little-old woman.
Taking it from Will's hand she passed a faint smile which turned into a bright joyous beam. The way she drank the juice sip by sip the gentleness on her face, the feeling of utter relief it was wonderful. Will grinned seeing her beam .
The clouds by now had started to dribble, if he waited anymore he had to wait for hours before he could go home. He stood up bearing the constant smile on his chubby cheeks, gave a hand to the women, and then carrying his basket he plunged away only to return back and give her a tight hug to see her smile again.
The rain touched the dry earth and gentleness hit the boy's heart. He went back home running, leaping in joy. Sometimes jumping in small ponds that were formed on the road ruining his attire.
When he reached his door, his parents were outside the house because it was dropping inside the ceiling and had big cracks through which water poured. Will's mother didn't even wait for a moment to pass as she saw Will in dirt she slapped him on further inquiry when he had no money she pulled him up to his ears.
"Where is the money!, haven't you earned a penny" anger giving posture to her loud voice.
" I gave it to God '' he said, he had begun to sobb by then.
"There is no God foolish " his father said, giving him a spat, Will bursted in tears and rain throwing the basket prone to rain.
The Old lady on the other end reached her little hut full wet and soaked smile was still constant on her face.
An ugly looking women received her
" Why are you so happy" she asked as if she had never seen her smiling .
" I met God you know, he is much younger than I thought! "
We often misjudge God to be Shiv,Allah or Jesus but for crystal hearts, God is an emotion, God is love, care and warmth.
Be kind to someone and be a little angel and bring happiness in someone's life.
#review #Shashwat
faith gives us our plumes
that clothes us and allows us to fly.
we're protected from the cold.
hence, we don't shiver, let alone
knock out the world.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
that clothes us and allows us to fly.
we're protected from the cold.
hence, we don't shiver, let alone
knock out the world.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
Judge wisely #4
Symbolical story
The morning rang the bell,but my gardener did not . The plants were all drying up, the beauty that was maintained began to perish.It was noon, plants began to die by then, my servant arehole! . My favourite green flower that blooms once in a blue moon is dying .
He struck the door by the evening, I scoffed him for being late," Have you seen the plants dying ? My Rose, I would hit you If I had a dagger!"
The Rose, had a chance to live if watered well. My servent just went to the well speaking in a husky voice," My daughter died last night"
Some things can be late, some cannot. The flower by then had died in the searing heat; it was the master who chose death and not servant.
Ps : its similar to a story by rabindranath tagore !
#review #shortstory #Shashwat
Symbolical story
The morning rang the bell,but my gardener did not . The plants were all drying up, the beauty that was maintained began to perish.It was noon, plants began to die by then, my servant arehole! . My favourite green flower that blooms once in a blue moon is dying .
He struck the door by the evening, I scoffed him for being late," Have you seen the plants dying ? My Rose, I would hit you If I had a dagger!"
The Rose, had a chance to live if watered well. My servent just went to the well speaking in a husky voice," My daughter died last night"
Some things can be late, some cannot. The flower by then had died in the searing heat; it was the master who chose death and not servant.
Ps : its similar to a story by rabindranath tagore !
#review #shortstory #Shashwat
Oh, dear tiger!
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
Oh, dear tiger!
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.
Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.
Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
#review #ae #ode